Summer rain <br />gently falling <br />on shoulders <br />unable to carry <br />the burdens you create <br />as you explain <br />why you can't love me. <br /> <br />Sky turns from orange <br />to pink <br />to red <br />to purple <br />reminding me <br />of the gifts you left <br />on my face. <br /> <br />The summer rain <br />begins to stop <br />leaving in its wake <br />a rainbow of colors <br />we don't deserve to see. <br /> <br />Won't bother <br />to look for a pot <br />at the end of it <br />for none exists <br />anymore than the love <br />I thought we had. <br /> <br />The summer rain <br />dries quickly <br />on the dirt road <br />you drive away on <br />leaving me <br />in your dust.<br /><br />Marea Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-rain-19/
