When It Rains

The girls will probably scream and run and their
makeup will probably smear.
Their hair will probably frizz, and their clothes
will probably get ruined.
Their beauty might wash away, and the boys will
probably hate them for that.
It's just rain, it's just water, it just doesn't matter.
I live to laugh, so I run the other way.
For he who says that sunshine brings happiness
has never danced in the rain.
I'm the only one out there, the drops hit my face.
My makeup is smearing, my hair is frizzing.
My clothes are ruined, but at least I'm smiling
as I stomp on the puddles that reflect
their shocked expressions,
as I wash away society's beliefs of
what makes a girl imperfect.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem about 2 years ago as an assignment for my English class. Later, I submitted the poem to poetry.com and it was published.

Reviews

[Tara Murasaki]

Like your others poems, this is just great. I love the rain too, but i live in the desert, so I don't get all that much opportunity to dance in the rain.

[Katarina Bondinell]

Well said! I've been that girl, spinning circles with her arms out and grinning at the sky. Thanks for sharing. =)

[Erin]

I really like this poem. I can totally relate to it, too. Great work! And I like how you related the rain washing away the beauty. Very creative.

[Eyes focused like a mir..]

I find this part quite amusing...

"It's just rain, it's just water, it just doesn't matter.
I live to laugh, so I run the other way."

This poem screams I love the rain, which in my opinion is amazing!