Where does the rain go? After it is here?
It always seems to drift away, it always disappears.
I watch the sky for rainy days, for when they might pass by,
Most people hate a rainy day, most people but not I.
The rain is wet and clean, it soaks, it washes, and it heals;
It seems to cure the world and I of all of our ordeals.
It's cold, it's sad, and it's often dark, but the world just keeps on turning,
It leads to brighter happier days, to peace of all our yearning.
I hope one day to be the rain, to help the world without reward,
One day I will become the rain, and lead the way on forward.
Where does the rain go? After it is here?
It always seems to drift away, it always disappears.
But I'll be back, I won't be long, I'll be here in the near future,
And until then, please wait for me, to make my stitch, my suture.
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Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of random, unrelated poems, most of them will probably be funny or moody, I love a good laugh but I get a little philosophical. I wrote most of these poems in school, and all of them will be my own work. All rights reserved.
