Why poets have to work for a living....

Just for fun, I thought I would share some of Rainie Lovingston's poetry with you. I offer no judgment on it's quality, except to say that perhaps Rainie shouldn't quit her day jobs...

Scintillating rain falls

Silver lines on the window

Dazzling widened eyes

Lightning flashes out

Slicing the darkening sky

Here and quickly gone

Thunder following

Deep rumbling roar warning

There is more to come

Hearts tremble with fear

More primal than love’s beat

Can this be the one

Wild winds blowing east

Take the breath from young and old

And leave us quiet

Contemplating life

And our light, tenuous hold

On all things thought dear

Until the storms pass

And we revel in sunshine

And laugh at our fear

Here are a couple of gems from her "published" works, mentioned in Rainie Daze:

I love you because

 You don’t see my blemishes

 You don’t see the ugliness in me

You see the person you believe me to be

  And through your eyes

  I am a better person

And another one:

I love you

  Because I do

And sometimes

  That is all that matters