I close my eyes and listen to the wonderful sound of the pouring rain. My excitement slowly but
surely becomes hard to tame.
I wish I could let my hair lose & go dance in the rain, getting
cold& wet and my clothes full of wet stains.
The strands of my hair would start to pull up. Turning into what we know as an afro, but I never cared I'd dance and dance ignoring the other normal girls with their warm sweaters and tea
cups.
Dancing in the rain always seemed to be weird to everyone else besides me. But to a weird, random girl like me, it comes naturally.
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Me, Myself And I
PoetryThis is a poem book about a few things that others don't know about me. Some depressing, some are happy and some are mean. Through these poems, I express my true emotions about certain things and certain people. Please read with an open mind. Plea...
