Poetry

Icy Drops On Heated Skin

“I will always love that sweet
November rain when I’m with you.”

I felt the icy drops against my heated skin and let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Everything was on fire. The blood in my veins. My muscles as they flexed and moved as if I was painting a masterpiece. Even the landscape around me, as it roared with orange flames, seemed like it was frozen in place. Like even time couldn’t end that moment. But that rain. How sweet it was to keep me from combusting.

And being there with you, was an experience I would never forget.

© Sarah Doughty

I will always love that sweet
November rain when I’m with you.

This was written for day thirty
of November Notes.
November Rain
by Guns ‘N Roses

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