I wish it would not rain.
I love the soft patter on my rooftop and
I love the smell of the wet, clean earth when the sun once again illuminates its surface.
But sometimes,
When I look out the window,
Across the bamboo bridge,
Half hidden,
Disguised by the sheets of rain and the rushing, blue green water beneath it.
I feel like the only person in the world.
I see the people,
In their brightly colored garments,
Struggling to open umbrellas against the downpour.
Rushing back to the warmth and safety of their hearths,
Yet the are isolated,
Apart from me.
I stare out the window,
Longing to escape from my my house but I can't.
The rain bars me in and I cannot get out.
VOUS LISEZ
Poetry
PoesiaThis is my world of nothing No end no beginning, Neither in nor out, Neither up nor down. This is the glass pane of a window Hard nothing to keep out the cold. Something no one notices But is always there. Like a single droplet of mist Or the hum...
