Rain pouring down,
Dripping from the leaves of the trees and into a pool.
Leaving a puddle of rippling water around my feet.
Splashing on the windows of houses,
And on cars in the street.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty Of The Night And Other Poems
PoetryPoetry that I wrote myself, Weaved in my mind. That no one else saw, For it was late when the inspiration came . But now there's more than just three, There here for you to read. And I hope that, You enjoy them all.
Walking in the rain.
Rain pouring down,
Dripping from the leaves of the trees and into a pool.
Leaving a puddle of rippling water around my feet.
Splashing on the windows of houses,
And on cars in the street.
