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| Rain....rainby LonelyPierot
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The Rain
What is going to happen
Is that it's going to rain
Rain my love
A poem not about sex
But love
The true kind
You talk of things
To myself and others
You think of things
Her long tanned arms
You will realize you love me
But it will be too late
You will cry out for me
I will be long gone
This is not a wish
But what I knew to be so
This is what I knew to be so
Under the pouring sun
This is what I knew to be so
Under the pouring sea
Where they will find us
You and me
-
Dorothea Lasky
The Paris Review
Spring 2014
Is that it's going to rain
Rain my love
A poem not about sex
But love
The true kind
You talk of things
To myself and others
You think of things
Her long tanned arms
You will realize you love me
But it will be too late
You will cry out for me
I will be long gone
This is not a wish
But what I knew to be so
This is what I knew to be so
Under the pouring sun
This is what I knew to be so
Under the pouring sea
Where they will find us
You and me
-
Dorothea Lasky
The Paris Review
Spring 2014
