The Rain

The pouring rain is compelling;
each drop gags my mouth,
and the wind seals my lips.
the sky watches as i drown,
if i die, the rain won't fall again.
only snow to remind you of how thy frigid hand held my heart.

the snow wont cease
til it covers my hapless soul;
there'll be  no kiss; no words will spring from my lips
but these eyes of mine will be a river  it knows no drought it withered not. 
  ©jenh2013