Raindrops rolling down the window having a tense race,
Pattering down the glass whilst we sulk the rain away.
The grey stormy clouds are heavy and stressed and need to lose their weight,
Watching as they drizzle and join up with others to slow their fate.
Sitting in the car tracing the droplets down, watching as they drizzle to the ground.
The window wipers are on full speed,
The raindrops crashing on the street.
Jumping up and down in puddles of rain,
wearing blue and white wellies which the mud cant stain.
In little yellow jackets with the hoods up tight,
The rain continues to patter into the ground well into the night.
The rain doesn't have to bring the sadness or pain,
But instead can be used to entertain,
Families and friends going on walks,
jumping in puddles or having long talks.
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A/N: Hi this is my first wattpad book so its probably crap but yea, let me know if you enjoyed it. <3
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PoetryI dont really know what this is but enjoy ig. This is my first time writing on wattpad so please dont judge me. Yikes anyways. Let me know what you think.
