Member Rara Avis
America the beautiful
Hoot, this was another terrific poem. You described it very well-the woman, her tears and the rain, and the woman's feelings. I could just imagine a rainy day and a woman standing in a window and crying...by the way, I am glad you started to write again!
"Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low,
But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..."