My mother told me to not go out in the storm
So I sit beside the window
Watching the dark clouds pass
And pass they do as I look through the glass
Stopped by the glass
At cease by the glass
Put up by the glass-
As I wait for time to pass
And the wet droplets fall
From the sky above all
As the thunder is called
But don't you think it be a ball
If we could just go out and loose it all
If we could just dance in the rain
Sing in the rain
Play in the rain
Rollick in rain
Risking in thunder and lightning
Oh, it could be quite frightening
And fun!
But I shall wait... and wait... and wait
Until there's sunshine and nothing at stake
Isn't it boring-
What the world is imploring-
That we should always play it safe?
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
