Alone on a Rainy Day

It’s a melancholy day,
dim and dreary.
Rain falls steadily,
ringlets in puddles of water.

Raindrops roll down the wet glass
bending trees through the blurry window,
as the random rhythm of rain
pecks away at the roof above me.

The mood invites my mind to nostalgia
to recall the sunshine missing from today,
a comfortable place in the past
far from these tears falling from the clouds.

But there is no warmth left
in those dusty attic trunks,
the ones that hold the scent and feel
of clothes packed away long ago.

They can’t be filled with those who wore them
to talk, and laugh, and share this day.
The rain is my companion now,
alone – the rain and me.

Encouraged by a co-worker friend, George Wentz began experimenting with poetry in 2008 and has faced the challenge with increasing seriousness ever since. Retired from two careers, one in life insurance and the other in hospitality, he is now pursuing a third one as a wannabe writer. He is a resident of Door County, member of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets, and student of many teachers and mentors. He recently began posting his poems weekly online at http://www.yourdailypoem.com, and has compiled two collections entitled Reflections and Softness of Twilight.