These Are Not Raindrops

These are not raindrops, my darling These are real tears. No, it is not raining. No, it's not snowing. No, it's not pouring These tears are genuine and painful I have been hurt since your dreadful Departure and nothing has been wonderful. It has been sunny, but it has been drenching Deeply inside me. I got knocked out in the ring Of life, since you have been gone with the wind I'm wounded; I'm lying flat alone on the sand. These are not raindrops, my darling These are real tears. No, it is not raining. Copyright © November, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.