Sunday, June 20, 2021

Rain in Tennessee: A Poem by Michael J. Ruhland

 Since this is my blog and I can do whatever the heck I want here is a short poem that I wrote. I was listening to a lot of sad country songs when I wrote this, and I think the influence is incredibly obvious. 

Lonely stream of water running down a hill. 
For a moment time stands completely still. 
Giving lonely people time to think 
and for the drunkard to put down his drink.

It's raining in Tennessee once again.
This is when I miss you most my friend. 
But there is no use trying to pretend.
I know you'll never pass this way again.
And when I look upon the ground
is that a raindrop or a teardrop falling down.  

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