The Rain


Love of mine…

I rest assured that you are like the rain

Sure to come again, waiting patiently for the sun to give way.

Falling and falling and falling thousands of feet crashing to the ground

I was so fond of the rain because I was so fond of your sound.

Feeling as if the only thing left to do was wither and die

You’d always come, rushing down forcefully from the sky…

Refreshing and renewing and returning me to a lively state

And teasing me relentlessly because you’d always evaporate.

A transmution of your love into something that could no longer be seen

Or felt for that matter…

But then you’d surprise me and wrap yourself around me tightly disguised as the wind

Swaying me back and forth, your love was ever present

You truly meant when you said you’d never leave me again.

You were so beautiful to me, the representation of everything that was right in this world

Effortlessly loving me whilst continuously changing form.

With Love,

Brittni Pope


2 thoughts on “The Rain

  1. Wow. That is so wonderful to hear and means more than you know. Thank you so much for reading it and taking the time to comment!!!! ❤

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