Rain!

Rain, will you fall only hard as your cousin the merciless cold hail!
Drizzle is bound to remind me of the love that I lost.

Soft as the mist is the cheek that I think I can feel, like it’s there still;
Eyes closed, to not see that I'm standing alone in the rain.

Hear, skies above, what I cry to the wind and the air, as I stand here;
Beauty has left me, and she walks in the sunshine alone.







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Written for "Poetry Topic of the Month Contest" 

Prompt: Rain

Word count: 81

Line count: 6

Poetry form: Elegy (in the old Greek sense: consisting of Elegiac couplets. Not neccessarily sad, but mine might be.)

That is, consisting of pairs of lines where the first has rising action, the second has falling action/conclusion. The pairs usually make sense on their own, even if they're part of a longer poem.

The syllable pattern is as follows:

–uu – uu – uu – uu – uu – –
– uu – uu – – uu – uu –

Where – is a long/heavy syllable and u is shorter/lighter.