The clouds cover the sun,
They roll in over the hill.
A few drops may fall from the sky,
Someone's mood it may kill.
A person's visage may darken
When the gloom fills the sky.
But as for me,
Happy I'll be
When the clouds come rolling by.
That's when I grab a sweater,
And maybe a small umbrella;
A notebook in hand, I sit
Sipping tea on the veranda.
Warm and cozy am I,
As I hear the thunder roll,
And while others cower inside,
I'll strap on my boots for a stroll.
I may become lost in the storm,
But I really don't mind, you see,
For it's when the wind is howling
That I silence the storm within me.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryI don't know yet exactly what I'm meant to do. Whether I'm meant to write novels or poems, or whether I'm supposed to draw and tell stories through pictures. Sometimes I think maybe it's both. Maybe I'm supposed to teach History to young children. A...
