It pounds against the glass,
and calls softly to me.
It wants me to throw my troubles away.
To take cofort in its voice,
to just curl up and read,
until I drift down into sleep.
So without worry I do,
for the rain is watching over me,
and for the first time in awhile,
I dream.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Colors
Poesía#colormenovember Every day of November I'll write a poem based off a color. Idea is by @aries_34 Cover by @Crazyfrsims
