The Rain that Fell that Sunday

[PrinceMyshkin]

The rain that fell that Sunday,
that rained for as long as it took
for us to say good-bye
--although, come to think of it,
didn’t that begin the moment we met?

(The good-byes, I mean, or
was it raining even then?)

Some loves come with sunshine,
some with dawn or dusk.
Sometimes we love because we choose to
and sometimes, because we must.

But the rain that fell that Sunday,
that rained for as long as it took
for us to say good-bye, has been raining
every Sunday since.

[lucidnightmares]

Beautiful.
Even though it has a melancholy tone it warmed my heart.
thank you

[amanda_isabel]

i agree with PAM lucidnightmares. truly heartwarming, i guess because it was melancholy. mandy likey :) :) :)

[TheFifthElement]

I like this one, it has a lovely flow up until that last line which seems a little off-beat, but no matter. It is a lovely poem, sad and poinant.

[ampoule]

Some loves come with sunshine,
some with dawn or dusk.
Sometimes we love because we choose to
and sometimes, because we must.



This seems like a refrain for a song. Very nice, Prince.

[Pensive]

Beautiful poem!

[firefangled]

I echo Amp's comment, but I think it is a song in its entirety.

[V.Jayalakshmi]

Dear Prince,

Good one indeed.Very nice.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I like this one, it has a lovely flow up until that last line which seems a little off-beat, but no matter. It is a lovely poem, sad and poinant.

Yes, I wrestled & wrestled with that last line, wanted at very least that it rhyme with something earlier but "wince, quince" didn't offer much.

[symphony]

Cant add more to what they've said so far. So i'll just...go i guess.
But its beautiful u know. I had to comment.

[dibyendra]

Beautiful and poignant poem indeed. I loved second and third stanza the most.

[Sweets America]

:banana: :banana: for this:


--although, come to think of it,
didn’t that begin the moment we met?


Yeaaaah, I love these lines because it resonates with the fact that things are illusions and that as soon as they've started, or even before they've started, they already don't exist anymore! That's marvellous even if that can be depressing. But it's all so elusive, life.

Oh, I don't like that:


(The good-byes, I mean, or
was it raining even then?)


I would say: please let the reader interpret your lines as he wishes to do so! Do not explain your poem, you don't need to ask questions like that because they're already there.

I don't like that either:


Sometimes we love because we choose to
and sometimes, because we must.


because this is too cliché.

Now the ending,


But the rain that fell that Sunday,
that rained for as long as it took
for us to say good-bye, has been raining
every Sunday since.


even if it could sound cliché, worked very well for me, I loved the sudden sadness of it. You're a sweetheart! :)

[firefangled]

Yes, I wrestled & wrestled with that last line, wanted at very least that it rhyme with something earlier but "wince, quince" didn't offer much.

Before Fifth's questioning of the line and your response, I thought the fact that it was out of rhyme was very appropriate. Perhaps this is one of those unconscious intentions that the heart knows and the mind overlooks.

The line has the fewest stresses in the poem as if something is left unfinished and is waiting for resolution.

I would not change a thing about this.