Rainy Days

It was raining outside back in South Africa when i wrote this. it doesn't rain alot there......

 

 

 

This poem you will find is rather strange,

it finds rainy days rather amiable.

The coulds cut out every sound, 

you can even hear the raindrops gunning down on the ground.

The sun had gradually dissapeard,

and the puddles magically reappeared.

I find that the colder the day,

the more gratifying I stay.

If I could choose I would rather say.

That water, clouds and rain,

suits me better in every way.

Author's Note

about 2 years ago, one of my very first....

Reviews

[Forist.johnston]

I like it. I personally love the rain, and your poem reminded me why.

* My only suggestion is not to use such a 'BAM' in your face color. But, only a suggestion, take it or leave it.

Great writing. Kudos.

-Forist

[Forist.johnston]

I like it. I personally love the rain, and your poem reminded me why.

* My only suggestion is not to use such a 'BAM' in your face color. But, only a suggestion, take it or leave it.

Great writing. Kudos.

-Forist