This is the 1st poem I ever shared with anyone. I wrote it five years ago as a class assignment and was required to read it in front of everyone. I was nervous and worried it wouldn’t be good enough, I taught that about all my poems. But, it received decent comments, and I kept writing, though didn’t share another poem with people for two years after this one. Hope I’ve improved since this, but I doubt it.
Rain drops hit,
splash off like starbursts ;
tumbling down from eyebrow to lip,
hang on me like slugs to a wall,
yet I stay dry.
The world around is wet
Covered in tear drops,
dew and moisture shelter all
yet I’m straight from the dryer,
no water on me.
Must be a miracle!
Like Jesus walking on water
to stay dry in this rain;
so, you would think…
Walking in a world being absent;
of that one thing that unites,
the people around.
To frightful to ask;
while the brave are covered in water.
I stay away and walk through water world,
dry as Arabian sand .
Cover me in water!
From hair to toes back up into my soul,
I beg and plead like a French gypsy.
Pray for it like it’s my last will and right
No last minute pardon for me.
I’m meant to stay dry
from these drops of rain,
because I did not pass through those gates,
that all have passed,
fear took over so,
no rain for me.