*Rain pouring*
She’s standing there all alone.
I’m not sure why
she has been following me.
I feel despair.
Only when it rains does she appear.
I’ve likened to naming her
the Umbrella Lady.
I’ve seen her in the past –
always in the distance…
Until recently.
The last time it rained,
I saw her only a few feet away from me.
I had a migraine that day.
The harder it rained,
the clearer she became.
Filled with cold dread,
I heard her inside my head…
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I love the idea of ghosts and the weather. Excellent poem, Sin. How imaginative you are to come up with the idea of being able to see a woman when it rained! I may have to explore this idea a bit more some day. ☂️👻
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Interesting poem! I wonder what she said.
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It’s a rather interesting read when you click on the link to Sinister’s poem.
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