This poem is about someone who is dead coming back in the rainy season to see their family.
When the rain falls from the sky
I know it's time to say goodbye
To the world that I once knew
And the life that I went through
I leave behind the clouds of gray
And travel to a brighter day
Where I can see my family's face
And feel their warm and loving embrace
They do not know that I am there
But I can sense their joy and care
I whisper words of peace and love
And watch them from the sky above
But soon the rain will fade away
And I must go back to where I stay
Until the next rainy season comes
And I can visit them again.
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Poetry about Life
شِعرI love poetry because it speaks to me In ways that prose cannot It captures the essence of my feelings And paints them with words that are not I love poetry because it challenges me To express myself in new forms It teaches me the beauty of language...
