(written Nov. 4, 2014, age 13)
I love
the soft
sound of rain...
the gentle patter
of rain
against the windowpane,
beading, rolling down,
joining the chorus of droplets
sinking into the damp ground.
The ·petrichor· of the rain...
the smell outside
after the downpour...
the tears from heaven.
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·Petrichor· ~the smell outside after it rains.
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Poetry~A collection of my poetry.~ Many people say that the poetry on wattpad is just a jumble of rhyming words with no true meaning, written by emotional teenage girls. I'm not going to lie. I am a teen. I am a girl. And I am emotional. But my poetry is...
