Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)

Rainy Day

its a dark and dreary day,

the sun cant see with the clouds in the way.

puddles on the ground,

such subtle sound;

that subtle sound, of which the rain is renoun.

up above in a cloudy violet gray,

black silhouette birds away.

smells of water sturate the air,

little round drops float along my hair.

water drips off the drips off the tips of my lashes

then crashes onto the ground creating small splashes.

i look to the skies,

rain blurs my eyes,

the wind replies,

then the rain dies.

i now see the sun.

all the clouds run.

and the streets; i roam

now, to find my way home