Watch the rain trickle down the windowsill
Oh how I mourn for the sun
Though the rolling rain is satisfactory for
My amusement; nonetheless it gets old
Quick;
Run out and play in the rain
Just do it, let nostalgia take over
Jump in those puddles
Twirl your arms around
Yell those forbidden curses
You're only a child once.
Now soaked in my childhood
I danced; jumping with joyful head nods
My hair danced with me
The sun doesn't need to show itself
Our smiles were bright enough
We all laughed and yell allowed
All while I watched the rain trickle
Down the windowsill.
-J
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Mindless Matters- Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of poems of things that I think about, mostly about what I've experience: physically, mentally and emotionally, some good, some not so good, enjoy.
