Feels Like Rain
TITLE: Feels Like Rain
AUTHOR: Zenna
ARCHIVE: My site, and fanfiction.net. All else, ask me so I can visit and gloat.
RATING: G
CATEGORY: Star Wars; Poem
SPOILERS: The yogurt in the back of my refrigerator.
FEEDBACK: Please. I beg you. I grovel at your feet.
SUMMARY: Free-verse poem of Obi-Wan's musings on the rain; Post TPM
DISCLAIMER: The last poem I wrote was for English class about my feelings on my grandmother, whom had recently died. That was over a year ago. Boy, time flies when you skip school to watch Star Wars and play hackey-sack. No names are mentioned. I guess rain belongs to god. Maybe I'll write some real stories after these last two gushy ones.
Maybe it's the air
Or maybe it's just me
But it feels like rain
I miss you with all my heart
But a corner of my soul
That's where it feels like rain
Was my goodbye too short?
Was your goodbye not long enough?
Why does that moment ring in my head?
Like some perpetual tune
No matter what it's always there
That feeling of rain
I can't forget
Your last words to me were of some one else
Maybe I was being selfish
Asking for too much
Maybe I'm just not that important
Maybe I deserve the rain
Actions speak louder than words
My life was in danger
So was yours
You protected me for harm
But bodily harm is nothing compared to the toll on my soul
From the rain
I have to move on
The clouds roll past and the water stops
But the hurt
The pain
Just soaks in
Like the rain