The words on this screen lane
drunken across the page that holds it,
I hear just the droplet of the rain
Outside my window and the fan inside
My room a comfort sound echoing it's voice to the warmth that keeps us
Your head feels light your eyes a little dropy
the world inside of you quiet
a movie dancing on the screen
It's not hot and sweaty
The weather is gloomy but a comfort type of gloom
The one that makes you smile and want to
Turn on calm music and sigh your lungs fresh,
The type of weather that reminds you of yourself
Quiet and calm, happy sometimes
The type of weather that makes you want to
Stay inside the comfort of your home and bake
Cookies or whatever it is you do,
The type of weather that's like therapy
and makes you want to write about it,
But tomorrow chaos will sneak through
Like the sun in the cracks and maybe
Chaos isn't so bad when we find something beneath the surface
Giving spring it's main character moment to.
-ashespoetry
A/N I had a draft but deleted it because it needed some editing and was to short, but anyway another rain poem I'm a rain lover so don't roll your Eye's tale care of yourself xoxo.
