November Rain

November rain washed away my guilt
November rain washed away my pain
November rain - so tired I felt
November rain was not just any rain

Long I longed with deep torment
For so long my body waited
November rain, , , , Oh, sweet friend
November rain- slowly I faded.

November rain- I cried within
Steady and slowly, it kept on pouring
November rain, watered my skin
And deep inside, I heard my roaring.

November rain, it refused to quit
November rain kept on pouring
And alone outside, in the streets I wept-
dripping... dripping and falling.

by Amy Phillip

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I love this poem. I always think of names for my children, ones I like to think are unique. I once decided that if I ever have a daughter that she'd be named November Rain or November Skye. That's what drew me to read this, and I really loved it, because it reminded me of cleansing and renewing experiences. GREAT POEM! KH
this peom makes me think about my brother who is over in germany for the army. it also makes me miss all teh people that havent been able to see for numerous resons. erry good Amy. you're a great writter. keep it up.