It was another day.
The sky was dark as my soul.
Rain pitted and patted onto my little hand,
The loud thunder echoed throughout the land.
People running and running,
Trying to seek shelter,
Trying to find protection.
I wondered why?
Why do people run from the rain?
Why not embrace the rain?
The feeling of faint rain breeze,
The sound of rain hitting onto your roof,
The sight of the transparent raindrops gently running down my window,
The smell of the earthy rain scent hits your nose,
The taste of the raindrops touching the tip of your tongue.
That's what people should do.
They should embrace the rain,
And it's flaws.
That is the purpose of rain.
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Poems From My Bathroom
PoetryA collection of poems from my lovely toilet. copyright sututit © (I will update whenever I'm not lazy)
