CREATIVE CORNER: “The Rain Fell for Him,” a poem by Robert Owens

Robert Owens, Staff Writer

“The Rain Fell for Him”

None of us expected the rain

None of us wanted to get wet

 

But when the rain came

It came, and it came strong

 

And we weren’t prepared

We weren’t ready for anything that happened that day

 

We cried, and held each other 

We held each other the way old friends might

 

We held hands as the rain poured

And the music played 

 

He and all the angels looked down on us

Knowing we were oblivious

 

And stuck in our ways

Grieving, even though that’s not what he wanted

 

We watched the rain fall that night

But we felt the clouds coming that morning

 

And now we’re mourning

One day the sky will be blue again

 

But the color will never look the same

One day we will smile again. But we will never be the same

– Robert Owens, 2/6/20