Gathered Rain

Shaking fingers
in the cold, wet,
watching the gathering rain,
and storms and gray.
I watched the invisible planes
and felt the cold, wet,
and that day I almost
drowned in the wind
while the rain rolled
off my face--
Of was it tears
that soaked my clothes,
burned my eyes,
as I sat in a room
trying to write something
people can feel,
with five minutes left,
and wondering when I'll see her
or feel it again.

Matt Olear



Jack
J.R. Lyter\



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