Why the Rain Falls

Fri, 11/25/2016 - 14:01 -- gamer23

Rain falls on a February morning

Freezing into spears before it hits the ground.


He dodges the drops among the trees

As if he’s playing a game with mother nature.


Who’s winning now? 


The melting snow squishes beneath his feet

And he looks down 

To see the remnants of rotten, dark leaves 

Under the white mush

Crunch every so slightly against his heel

But more yielding than in their gaudy prime. 


Has mother nature become more yielding to me?

Can I say that I have truthfully conquered the wild?


The rain falls

To spite him,

To tease him.


Winter is not over yet.

p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000}
p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica; color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke: #000000; min-height: 13.0px}
span.s1 {font-kerning: none}
span.Apple-tab-span {white-space:pre}


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741