Clouds poetry

Ouside The w i n d o w is a world wating for m e

Maybe it was the thumping on the roof
As I lay flat as a pancake, on the wooden bunk bed that me And my sister shared. The old window next to the bed with its old red and brown curtains pulling them to the side, I look past it's purple walls outside while the clouds fought with the rain and The green avocado tree drenched in rain water, Moving my face close to the window. I inhale my lungs with the fresh air outside I liked when it rain It calmed me down and it was just like music to my ears my second best thing my mind drifting away thinking about the life I'll have from now what will I be, what will I accomplish then, would I travel some of the worlds beautiful place?–Would I meet people who I can relate to. getting a headache from thinking to much I let my soul float away to the sound of the rain tap dancing on the roof letting the cold breeze warm me a lullaby.

-ashes poetry