I sit outside in the spring time rain,
Waiting for you to come home again,
The clouds are dark,
The sun does not shine,
But my good mood is still on the rise,
As the lightning strikes,
And the thunder pounds,
In the echo I hear a familiar sound,
It's your voice,
The voice of reason, strength and joy,
And as the echo fades,
And storm moves on,
That sound and that feeling linger on and on.
Until the day that you do return home!
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My Poems
ПоэзияEver felt like no one ever understood how you felt? Well, I'm here to express the feelings I felt throughout some obstacles in my life. Maybe you can relate? Maybe you will think I'm crazy? However; you will never know until you enter my world. It's...
