Rain

Rain

A Poem by To be scene To be heard

Little droplets of rain kiss my cheeks.
Soaking my cloths.
Drenching my hair.
But I do not wish to go inside.
For I love to watch the rain.
Falling from its cloud.
Smacking the ground.
Making pitter patter sounds.
Blurring the trees.
As more falls. Cascading down.
A thought enters my mind.
Why shall the sky cry?

© 2012 To be scene To be heard


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cool, enjoyed particularly the last verse :)

Posted 8 Years Ago



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