A Rainy Day in Autumn

Scorching WET (photo courtesy of: Santi Senarat)


Thunder rumbles
in the distance, a light rain
drips from his umbrella.

My childhood sweetheart.

Joined in marriage,
we vowed to love one another
for better or for worse.

I always said he inherited his dad’s good looks.

Smiling politely, he shifts
his weight from one foot to the other
as each guest excuses themselves.

Our love grew deeper every day.

What will become of him…
when he no longer stands
at the foot of my grave?

P. Wanken


Inspired by The Sunday Whirl’s Prompt #78: umbrella, deeper, inherit, excuses, stand, become, thunder, childhood, joined, vowed, shifts, and light. 

For another example of poetry written using these same words, check out “Become” by Laurie Kolp…as well as many more by clicking on the link, above, for The Sunday Whirl.



  1. Wow, Paula! Your ending took me by surprise… it draws the reader back to the first line for a reread.


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