Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda
"Like tears shed during storms of another kind.." sigh.. such a gorgeous write Linda :D so pleased to see your poem here. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D Lots of love,Sanaa
There is a sense of release and relief perhaps in this.. i hope now there is calm - an honest and relatable poem written with great clarity
There's nothing I love better than a thunder storm. It relieves the tension in the air and the soul.... love your poem
Beautiful, spiritual and just a little sad.....rain and tears are as one XXX
Oh, the imagery, Ellecee! I can see her wailing her inner-storm and then walk out into the soothing warmth of Nature's own wailing.
Oh, I like this and understand it so well. Good poem!!
I also like how you equate rain with tears
"I walk out into a fine summer rain" with the speaker too, Ellecee as I feel the release and ease after the storm. Powerful!
beautiful, the poem has such a soul cleansing effect....
luv when the storm is over; makes me feel like singing much love...