The big grey clouds hang in the sky tauntingly,
Looking extremely heavy.
It wants to rain.
I know it wants to.
The suspense is killing me,
Yet it just won't rain.
Why won't it just let go and rinse the Earth of its narcissistic scent?
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoesíaThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
