Tears, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

RainRain, Ivan Ivanovich Endogurov (c. 1900)

Tears

A cold dismal wind blows from the north-east
History has told me that it meant rain
Or dark dreary devilish day the least
Giving many a reason to complain

Stood at the open back door for awhile
Feeling each gray drop land upon my face
The constant pummeling soon made me smile
Firmly grabbing the door jamb for my brace

Thinking I’m the fool getting soaking wet
By now my clothes beaten against my skin
Illness could possibly be a grave threat
Laughing now, all my clothes I did unpin

Rushed outside with head up to drink the tears
Felt good as they washed away all my fears

 

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