Rain:
I hear the rain beating on my window
And I know what I must do
Taking flight I run to my door
I open it up
I stand as the rain pours
I spin
I don't even have shoes on I notice
I am a little girl once more
Being spun round and round
Like I used to
I feel the water hit my skin
Washing away all the fears, the worries
Then I see you standing at my doorway
With that smile on your face
As you hand me a towel
Shaking with laughter
You know this will happen again
It is not the first time
It will happen again
When the Rain comes a calling again
YOU ARE READING
Musings
PoetryThis Started as one poem has has quickly has become one after another. They are not groundbreaking poetry, They are Musings... of little things that pop into my head. Some full of hope other full of pain others just random. Either way I am not the g...
