the rain on my cheeks

a poem i just made up

the rain on my cheeks

falls in fast streaks

through the dark and cloudy sky.

with the sound of steady fingernails

driving the beat as the strom passes by.

what beautiy mother nature brings

like the humming birds that can't help but sing.

the rain beets on my cold red cheeks

leaving my fears washed away.

 

Author's Note

i really did just make that up as i was writing it.

Reviews

[Maleny]

wow, i loved it. i have a similar poem to this.