As the cloud change from bright to gloom
The wind begins to blow with a little mist.
And the start of drizzle will show
Either people will hide
Or play with its drop of tears from above.
You can never tell but
When it rains
The sun and moon will bury itself
Twinkle stars will lose its shine
And cover themselves with heavy clouds.
When it rains…
It washes away the dirt of the day,
Shower the plants with its tears,
The petrichor from its pavement,
And the scent of geosmin will reek
When it rains
Little I will tuck my blanket in
Found myself in lazy moment
Close the window pane and
Listen to every raindrop on the roof.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely Me... Poem Write Ups
PoetryThis is my poetry collection. Written when I was still in high school and some are when I was still writing on bubblews. Should poem be always rhyme? >> "Rhyme (when words sound the same) does not always suit the subject or feeling of a poem...
