How cometh the rain
When all falls down in pain,
When the rapids swarm knees,
During the wash of old tears?
Blood runs,
Though nothing bleeds,
Hearts hurt,
While everything kneels
Among this blackish terrain.
Within our eyes,
Where storms are our companions,
Love reigns,
As the heart rains.
A great mixture
Of grief and disbelief,
A potency
Of sorrow and the denial
That we are here.
Give me rain,
As you might
Bring across your stain
Of faces, that tremble in sight
Of memorials, unforgotten.
Of gardens, basked
In the dewdrops of old tears,
In the great weather
Of winter’s old fears,
While snow rides down
Comfortably into our arms.
You are,
As we will
Always grow
In sight of both clarity
And devastation.
Modern Romanticism 
Question: do you build off the first two lines or do you know what you’re going to write before pen hits paper?
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My poetry is mainly a “stream of consciousness” effort. So… yes, it’s mostly the former, in what you said, that keeps me going with it. However, it goes from the first two lines to the first stanza that keeps me going with the rest.
I say “mostly”, because I also use the title, which I write first, as the theme behind the poem.
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I write my title last and build off the first two lines. Intriguing the difference in method.
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