There was a heavy rain that day...
The pregnant sky, a mournful grey
Let loose a strong and chilly spray
That hit the leaves in a mad sway.
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Poetry has a unique way of communicating feelings. Your poem has really touched me. I could clearly picture you watching the falling rain and with it, your thoughts wandering down the memory lane. When I was reading the last stanza, I could sense that you were reminiscing some bitter memories from the past, and when you said:
'There was a heavy rain that day,
The day I chose to walk away.'
I was thinking whether you were talking about walking away from home. Your note has confirmed my understanding.
In my country, we have lots of rain in the monsoon season, i.e July-September. Our literature is replete with vivid description of the ardent feelings that torrential downpours produce in human minds.
If you have time, please read some of my poems and kindly offer a few words as feedback.
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Poetry has a unique way of communicating feelings. Your poem has really touched me. I could clearly picture you watching the falling rain and with it, your thoughts wandering down the memory lane. When I was reading the last stanza, I could sense that you were reminiscing some bitter memories from the past, and when you said: 'There was a heavy rain that day, The day I chose to walk away.' I was thinking whether you were talking about walking away from home. Your note has confirmed my understanding. In my country, we have lots of rain in the monsoon season, i.e July-September. Our literature is replete with vivid description of the ardent feelings that torrential downpours produce in human minds. If you have time, please read some of my poems and kindly offer a few words as feedback.