Poetry

You waited for Me in the Rain

A poem

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You waited for me in the rain
The grief-soaked sky,
Pouring incessant pain,
Our little world flooded in its wake.

The moment of darkness,
The pain from the chaos,
Yet you stood waiting for me,
Unwavering in the rain.

And when I reached soaked in grief,
Your hand touched mine,
The warmth we called love,
Nursed the core of my pain.

You waited for me in the rain,
Waited for me to come back home,
Your eyes telling me
It mattered that I was home.

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Smita Roy Trivedi, PhD
Poetry Playground

An economist by profession, I write on issues close to my heart. Views are personal.