Rain

Poetry...

 

Staring out my window; I watch the rain come down.

With the misty fog, and shattered dreams, that never come around.

Why is it that I'm only happy when the world seems so sad?

Could be just that I'm selfish? No; that would'nt be so bad.

I'm always at ease, when the rain starts to fall,

Thuogh it makes others want to baul.

So the next time that you see the rain, remember what I've said,

Before you say your prayers at night, and before you go to bed,

Look out your window at the rain, and see the glorious sight,

and take in all it's beauty, before the rain day turns to night.

 

Author's Note

sigh, I love it when it rains. it relaxes me.

Reviews

[Justin]

Wow, this poem is great! I love the flow of it :) I also enjoy the rain!! ^^

[Anonymous]

Me too... and I read this while Im sitting by my windowpane, rain pouring down... sigh...
Lovely poem, Kiah.