When the Rains Come–Quatrain by Lou Davies James
by Patricia | 5.15.12When the rains come I tilt my face,
Letting life soak me to the skin
With welcome to each drop that falls,
Sliding soft like tears to chin
Regarding each as hours spent
When the rains come I tilt my face,
A mingling of joy and tears,
Of paths that led me to this place
Where Sorrow hand in hand resides
With Gladness as she brightly sings.
When the rains come I tilt my face
Toward each gift that living brings.
I will not turn away again
But meet each dawn with truth and grace,
Accepting all that life bestows.
When the rains come–I tilt my face.
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*Competition entry*
May 15th, 2012 at 2:20 pm
Lovely!
May 16th, 2012 at 3:27 am
Beautifully done. Thank you for the message.
May 31st, 2012 at 4:14 pm
Very soft and lilting… my favorite kind of rain.
June 2nd, 2012 at 7:34 pm
Oh, tears and rain, both so nourishing.
So many concepts, so many relationships between them, all in one very neat poem.
Thank you.