Wednesday, December 27

Poetry l The Rain No.050614

The Rain has been falling all day long,
Since Thursday or Monday... I don't know.
In the company of Wind, He sways all over the places,
Happily distresses everything He has met.
That is what I can no longer stand
So I yell to the disturbing expanse
Through my window "knock it off!"
The cool water is all what befalls
My feverish cheeks, from which
my sadness suddenly all vanishes.
I tell myself, "This is how I'm treated."
Quietly I leave the window as it is
To take in the freshness that Rain
Bestows the places He passes by chance.

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