Fur coat dripping from cloud perspiration
Soaked to the bone she races
Sprints through the drops as she howls
The best times in life are when it rains
Anticipation fills her as she spots a puddle
Knowledge of soon being even more drenched
Running quickly she dives in
Disturbing the puddle's slumber it springs into the air
She silently grins with joy
Days pass and sun stays shining
Poor little fox feeling lost and lifeless
She prays for a down pour
She hopes to break free with the gift of rain
When dark clouds fill the sky she awakens
Raindrops begin to fall and she waits
Each drop that touches her coat brings her a new sense of life
Again she runs
She howls
She sprints
All because of those wonderful raindrops
No one understood but the fox needed the rain
Even in drought she would find a way to get rain
The rain was her spirit and friend
Any time you see a storm I bet that you'll find the fox in the rain.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryFrom pain comes passion, from passion comes inspiration. These written words may not make sense, may not fit well, but they are real. Real pain and passion created these. Read each and learn a bit about me and my past, present, and future. Cover by:...
