pitter patter on the rain soaked roads
soft wind blowing through the spring trees
making my heart run wild
wind ruffling my hair
as I run through the soaked grasses
feeling wild and free
the soft movement of raindrops
falling against my eyelashes
and then dropping gracefully to the ground
soaked blue jeans gripping my legs
rain repelling off my jacket
and a thousand smiles on my face
The Rain by yours truly
the rain. it is turning on the window wiper and watching the rain drops fly into the wind, listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the window.
the rain. it is watching the drops of rain slowly fall to the ground, watching it drop from the grey-clouded sky.
the rain. it is gracefulness. it has speed, it has a voice. a voice of quiet.
the rain. it is thunder, it is lightning. it is sound. and when it's all over, it leaves happiness and promise. a rainbow.
what's your favorite part of the rain?
-kelsey
i like the rainbow.... :)
ReplyDeletei like the 1st picture, the 3rd and then the rainbow. did you take the pictures?
nice poem!
sorry about all the deletes.... i accidentally was too impatient and it published my comment four times.... :)
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