Nothing like a held on book.

Rainy day 

Dark sky, full of gray 

Clouds moving slowly 

As the raindrops hit the ground silently

Thinking of what to do or where to go

Something that used to be done a lot in the past 

To now having technology that changes fast 

But reaching to grab the book 

Feeling the hard cover and remaining shook 

To the feeling that remains 

As it has many years of gains

Opening the book and feeling the pages

As every paper feels different through the ages 

Moving fingers left to right 

As each one touches each write

Each word has a definition 

To even the times now of a changed generation 

Throughout time new books come 

But there will be nothing like the first one 

To holding one for collection 

And realizing society has changed through an outnumbered population

Reading the book as the day goes

To then remembering what the book does.