by Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917), as Edward Eastaway

Like the touch of rain
Language: English 
Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:

With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her "Go now."

Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-12-28
Line count: 12
Word count: 77