‘Rainy Night’

K. Kokas was born and raised in Pennsylvania and is a photographer, locomotive conductor, and museum docent.

Rainy Night

A few vodka crans,

More than enough fine pilsners,

Had us chatting

Past the moon's prime

The clouds hide the bright stars in the sky,

Branches from the oak tree

Knock on the window

Asking for a shot

My shot is now,

As we leave

The dusty bar

We are drenched

Droplets cover both of us

The birds chirp within their nest

Pleading to the sky to stop

Before sundown, they’d like a little rest

Her number on a paper sits on my chest

Making me royalty, it’s my crest

I watch as water drips down her…

Eyes!

They light up the dark street,

Through every rain droplet

Destined 

To fall down 

To its doom

Where it gathers

Drenching the ground

With fallen brothers and sisters

Now this storm has stumped us as we stumble the streets stupidly,

Each fall hurts more and more

As the drinks wear off

But…

Each time I look up,

I see, her hazel eyes,

I hear, her laughter,

I taste, the rain as it lands in my mouth,

I smell, the freshly rained on rocks,

I think, this night should never end

I say, “Lets go back to your place,”

I feel, her hand grab mine.

Steven Downer Jr. is a guy from Tunbridge, Vermont, who wants to make a name for himself. More than just making a name, through his writing he wants to make an impact on the readers. He wants his poetry to be thought about years from now, something that makes the reader think