Do you hear it?
Can you smell it?
That soft pitter patter,
and the sweet scent of a storm.
Do you see them?
The dark gray clouds that hug the sky.
Although it won't last forever,
I love when it comes by.
It brings a friend during it's visits: joy.
Some say their happiness comes with the sun,
But mine comes from the wet weather fun.
The thunder rolls,
telling you it is near.
The lightning strikes,
giving a little spark into the air.
It is beautiful to watch
as it drizzles down the window.
It is comfy because the temperature is low.
Rain is amazing, is it not?
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Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
