I don't enjoy sunny days.
Sure, I enjoy the warmth,
But rainy days are so much better.
At my house in the middle nowhere,
May is what I wait for.
With the blooming of the lupine,
Comes the flowers perfume
enhanced by the rain,
into my rooms open glass door
Filling my room with the sweet sent,
And the calming sound of the rain,
Tapping against the forest floor.
The animals are quiet,
Hiding from the storm,
While I sit with my face to the sky,
Embracing the cleanse.
The breaking of the clouds,
When a few rays of sun shine through,
When the rain begins to cease,
The animals come out from hiding,
The word comes back, clean and cleansed
In my little home placed nowhere.
Those are the days I cherish,
The days I look forward to.
Not the sunny days with no significance except the heat, bringing fires and tiredness.
The days of rain are my favorite.
Just warm enough to bare,
The chilling rain falling upon your skin.
Those are the days I love.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
