Submitted Date 07/29/2019

On the way


I walked past an old church

Prayers whispered in the rain


Calls you to me

The memories


Sharing warm coffee in the rain

Of love that will never reach for me again


Of kissing my hair in the rain


The memories

Of sweet ice cream

Turning to bitter water in my mouth

It always comes with the rain


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  • Ceara 8 months, 1 week ago

    Prayers whispered in the rain
    What beautiful imagery. I especially love the uniqueness of this line. Thank you for sharing!

    • Jennifer 8 months, 1 week ago

      And thank you for reading !! I am honored as always

  • Rick Doble 8 months, 1 week ago

    Rain has a way of intensifying activities -- my first kiss with a girl was in my car in the pouring rain and I still remember it decades later.