Holding Rain

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Waiting
in the rain,
tears collecting
in her hand,
waiting
for her One,
her someone,
for no one.

Someone for everyone,
wasn't that what she'd heard?
If that was so,
maybe her One
had lost their way?

Maybe
she had it wrong,
maybe
for some
there was no one,
maybe
for her
the raindrops
were all she'd ever hold.

March 2018, May 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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