Raindrops fall all around me,
Gathering in puddles on the ground,
Tapping on my hood;
And for a moment I can hear the rain calling my name,
Whispering to me,
Speaking to me,
Maybe trying to tell me something.
But the voices in the rain frighten me
And I turn up the sound on my headphones.
YOU ARE READING
Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoezieSome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
