Phoenix's Poems

Rain

Rain

Drops fall,

Colors blend,

A child,

Fascinated,

Splashes

In puddles.

A teenager

Sits inside,

Watching,

Waiting,

For thunder                  

To sound,

For lightning

To strike,

Waiting

For words,

Words that

Never come.

An adult

Curses the rain

For making

The roads

Hard to see

And easy

To slip on.

But slows,

Watches,

Sees

The world

Outside

Their bubble.

Rain waits

For someone

To play

With her,

For someone

To use

The words

She writes

To create

New worlds.

Waits for

Someone

To see

The beauty

That is

All around

Them.

Waits for

Someone

To join

Her sorrows,

To celebrate

Her joys.

But

No one

Ever

Does.