RainA Poem by DeepshikhaOh, how I love the rain. Inspired by my imagination and the longing to run outside and soak myself in the rain.A soft pitter awakens me. My window is dark. I see clouds. I see a grayish light. The skies pour open. Tears fall. The earth is washed. All miseries swept away. Sometimes loud 'plops' plunking. Sometimes soft 'phhaa' dropping. I long to be outside. I want to be in the rain. I want my worries to be washed away. I want to feel it on my skin. I want to get sick from the chill. I want to know that I am alive. I want feel it on my face. I want to taste it on my tongue. I want to splash in it. I want to dirty my clothes. I want, no, need to know that I am alive. I want the rain to wash me away. © 2008 DeepshikhaAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on April 25, 2008 Last Updated on April 25, 2008 AuthorDeepshikhaWhere Time Passes, PAAboutThis is archive for the poetry I've written, spanning back from when I first started writing in 2007. I mostly write fiction now and don't post it on here. Enjoy if you'd like. I'm Deepshikha. .. more..Writing
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