The Little Monsoon

The thoughts that came to me on a rainy day:

                  If i were the rain how would i drop? A soft careless pop. Or a nice sprinkling drip. A mind rattling knock. Or a soft dip dab. A soft gentle swish or a dangerous wish. 

                 As i was wondering i asked myself this. If i were the rain, how would i react? Would i rattle and shake. Or stay fairly still. Maybe i would just feel its wetness and soak it in.  Hmmm. If i was a car what would i think. A thought of a rainbow or a thought of a storm.

                 If i was a person what would i do. Would i stay inside like a mournful snob or go outside like a bubbly frock. Maybe i would be sad or a little mad. But if i was mourning would i have hope or would i just have to cope. The days long but really its wrong. I know this because im frail almost pale. The wind is in my face unwinding the lace.  I love the morning its quite boring. I know im crazy almost like a daisy. The wetness is soaking into my skin but what about the sink?

I know i dont make any sense but really im tense.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I love this one. Its one of the only ones that have some happy thoughts to it. Its like a nice little carefree piece.

Reviews

[Screamplay]

Very good. Once again, I like it :)

[Jamie S.]

I love this one its cute and quirky, Im surprised you listed it as a story instead of poetry but I guess it could go either way :) This would be fun for kids to read as well as adults, thanks for sharing :)