Cumulonimbus

Rainfall doesn’t have a mind

At all- or in its choosing’s  

As to where every drop- tears

 

You’re a storm I didn’t expect

You came without any warning

But you left me falling in regrets

 

Why didn’t I see you coming?

Why didn’t I simply prepare?

Why didn’t I become cirrus?





Being a raindrop left undone;

Is a better promise by the sun

After all- being left behind ejected  

Spattered in your wake…isn’t love

Poet of the Light © 2018

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