The sky bleeds a violent gray
Like some sidewalk chalk masterpiece
Under the storm’s display
Raining in the depths of me
Rivulets of dread dismay
Is it anger? Or sorrow? Or sin?
Or just a rainy day
Seeping through the cracks of me,
Leaking in to how I pray
Dripping, dripping, each drop whispers,
Eager to join, eager to say,
What if it isn’t going to be okay?
viewingcamelot 
August 30th, 2013 at 5:22 pm
Wow–this is awesome. I love the imagery and the overall effect of the poem. You’ve captured so much truth in this rain jar. 🙂
August 31st, 2013 at 3:03 am
You are too kind! Thank you for reading it. Can rainy days can really wring out verse for you sometimes? They do for me. 😀
September 4th, 2013 at 8:09 pm
Absolutely–rainy days tend to help me stay focused and in one state of mind, which is good for my poetry 🙂
September 5th, 2013 at 3:16 am
And I can never ink of anything better to do. 🙂
September 5th, 2013 at 3:16 am
lol – I meant, “think.”
September 5th, 2013 at 3:23 am
Haha, that was punintentional? 🙂
September 5th, 2013 at 3:34 am
lol 😀 Oh yes: a Freudian slip-of-the-tongue. 😀
October 12th, 2013 at 3:25 am
Had to revisit this poem today–it’s been raining so much of late.
October 12th, 2013 at 5:29 am
🙂 It’s been a weird rain for me too; something between quiet and oppressive. I love rainy days, but these last couple have been like strangers at my door. I don’t know whether to open up, or turn off the lights and wait for them to leave. 🙂
October 12th, 2013 at 4:48 am
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October 12th, 2013 at 9:32 am
My husband read me your poem and WC’s response to me this morning. And I’m glad he did. I feel less lone in the affliction caused by low clouds and rain. I had to come visit your blog. Thanks for capturing EXACTLY me under the clouds and rain.
I also like the poetics of your comment above:
“It’s been a weird rain for me too; something between quiet and oppressive. I love rainy days, but these last couple have been like strangers at my door. I don’t know whether to open up, or turn off the lights and wait for them to leave.”
I used to love the rain. Not so much now.
I LOVE your poem.
I’m following. 🙂
October 12th, 2013 at 10:40 am
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October 12th, 2013 at 2:56 pm
You are most certainly not alone! 🙂 I’ve think it’s interesting they named the proclivity, “SAD” (seasonal affective disorder). Maybe it’s just empathy- if the sky is going to break forth in weeping, it’s rude to not acknowledge. 🙂 Everything happens for a reason though, and without rain the flowers would never bloom. 🙂 I pray you have a sunny day today, inside and out. 😀 Thank you so much for reading. It means so much to have someone ‘get me’ these days. 🙂