Rain on My Window - a Poem
This poem is about taking benefit of an early morning rain when to linger in bed listening to the sound of raindrops and the cool air casting its spell was a comforting moment to stay snuggled in bed with the one close to your heart.
The heat has died, but warmth took over
Their curled toes beneath a blanket soft
Of feathers a spread inside the pure white cover;
In moony eyes, he kissed her lightly on the forehead
In dreamy play, she stroked gently his fairish skin.
The pour of winter rain, the cool of early Monday morning
A gushing sound, a cry abundant from the open;
But neither cold nor the chilly breath of air
Troubled two bodies nestled, embraced as one
Concealed motionless in comfort surrender.
The clock snoozed slow, every silent second
Minds pillow-trapped from its freedom of ease;
But the rain is pure, a fearless visitor returning
Rain on the glass, witnesses perfect and still
Yield intimate sign of a natural love burning.
© coffeegginmyrice/Marites M. Simbajon January 23.2012
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