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Sep 2017
The drops begin
but I'm on my way,
she's trying to leave,
But I need her to stay.

I'm in her drive
as the rain pours down,
with my tears,
I just may drown.

I'm just a fool in the rain
not ready for the pain,
I'm just a fool in the rain,
with roses and champagne.

Soaked and drenched,
I knock her door,
down on my knees,
upon her porch.

Thunder booms,
and lights flash,
she looks out,
her teeth gnash.

I grab a chair,
sit in the storm,
for forgiveness,
I will perform.

I'm just a fool in the rain
cannot deal with the pain,
I'm just a fool in the rain,
with soggy roses and champagne.

I sit and sit,
I am ignored,
hours pass,
I won't leave her door.

The sun goes down,
guard lights come on,
she peeks out,
sees I'm still not gone.

More rain comes,
I am resigned,
our relationship,
been redefined.

I'm just a fool in the rain
watching roses wash down the drain,
I'm just a fool in the rain,
I open the bottle of champagne.

I drink a toast,
and say good bye,
suddenly
my eyes are dry.

Climb in the truck
start to back out,
I'm stopped short,
by her shout.

She stands on the porch,
with a towel,
her face a smile,
no longer a scowl.

I'm a man in the rain,
who is sorry for causing pain,
repented for sins and disdain,
never again will I stray.
This is not autobiographical
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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