poetry ~ Rain ~


Loved this poem so I had to share 😉

Your Mother Is A Dirty Girl

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I’m sure there was more to it

as I glance back to that moment

when my mind and body decided to do their own thing

I remember the drive like it was yesterday

drops of water pelted against the windshield

sounds of swooshing from the blades

on the way

I had my doubts

an affair was never my plan

but there I sat

parked

minutes passed

I meant to drive away

I was contemplating my next move

knowing nothing was right about what I wanted to do

but before I had the chance to go

you met me halfway

soaking wet

you were drenched

in summer scents

it didn’t matter what was said

the visions I had of us in my head

already crossed that line and instead

of turning back down the lane

we kissed

you smelled like rain

on a warm sunny day

your white cotton tee

clinged

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