the way the droplets meet my umbrella
that i rested on my head
the sound of it makes the cold
wrapping around my knees in thin tights
warm again
when it tickles my ears
the security of going into the warmth
and looking upon the droplets and puddles
the rain keeps forming
with no stop it seems
makes it even warmer
cuddled up to my fluffy jacket
i lean my head to the window, to the the wall
my god
it finally is fall.
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poems.
Poetryi love writing poems, i hope you like reading them too. constructive criticism is greatly appreciated <3 they might contain heavier topic like (implied) s/h, death, etc, so be cautious reading this book if things like that trigger you, though i will...
