Falling down from above
A long journey down
Towards the earth
It collects on the ground
As puddles in the street
And ponds in gardens
We are used to rain
It is natural to us
And our planet
But it can cause chaos
Terror across nations
And can scare the world
Others hate it
Yet people like me
Find rain to be nice
The most relaxing
And beautiful thing
To exist
YOU ARE READING
Some poems
Historia CortaThis book holds some poems that I have wrote and express different emotions to its readers I hope to publish every week, maybe twice. It depends on what I can get done. Thank you so much for everything.
