The Rain Thundered
The sullen wind and the rain thundered,
and withdrawing my dripping cloak, I let my damp hair fall,
going to him, I made my smooth white shoulder bare,
my raven hair tangled, I whispered, "I love you" . . .
I had come through the night to be with him,
he stroked my cheek and wound my hair in his fingers,
kissing my throat as I closed my eyes,
his lips burned with his love . . .
My head, he clasped to his thundering chest,
and his tears came falling down,
we stayed together all the night long,
and still we have not stirred . . .
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November 11, 2012
Poetry/Verse/The Rain Thundered
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1005-582-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, End Of Mar 2018
Sponsor Brian Strand
Second Place
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