Outside in the Storm – by Linda M. Smith

Rain
Touches my face
With cool fingers,
Soothing fevered flesh.

Rain
Beats upon my head
A sharp tattoo,
Soothing fevered thoughts.

Rain
Seeps into my soul
An untamed message,
Soothing fevered form.

Rain
Takes me by the hand
And leads me,
Soothing fevered fears.

Rain
Whispers to me,
“Escape,”
And I hide in the raging storm,
Soothing fevered life.

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NOTE: I would greatly appreciate comments on what this poem means to you. It will help me in my growth as a writer and a poet.

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