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| A cloud
Luminous gray and engulfing Covers the sun A shadow passes over me At first a single drop falls on my face Waking me to the sense of rain I feel it's cool wetness as it sinks into my skin Suddenly I'm at camp My mom is coming to pick me up She's got a cooler with snacks in it for me After a long day in the hot sun Then I feel the second drop And suddenly it's Christmas I'm warm and happy Everyone is drinking hot chocolate As they sing "deck the halls" It starts to sprinkle Drops hit my face one after another I feel them caress my face gently I close my eyes One drop fades into another As the storm rapidly becomes more intense Raindrops are falling all around It's hard to tell one from another I'm drenched with emotions The happiness of the past� I desperately try to grip the raindrops But they run off my hands I can only feel them for a moment As the roll off my brow and fall in pools at my feet The pain The knowledge The loss It's cold and I'm alone There's no sunshine where I'm standing I fall to my knees Now drops of water fall from my eyes As well as from the sky My clothes are soaked all the way through to my skin And no one around me seems to notice I'm drenched But everyone around me is dry How can they not notice the downpour That suddenly struck me? Memories Like an overwhelming flood Of individual raindrops With untraceable boundaries One seeming to fade into the next Wash over me Sitting in a room full of people Who are no longer there And everything seems far away It appears to them that I am there with them But somehow I'm gone Standing in a redwood forest with my mom Baking Christmas cookies with her Staring up at a tree as I lay on the grass alone And cry February 2002 Andrea M. Horvath |
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