It rains against the window pane.
It rains into my memory.
It brings many me back many years,
When life was full of amusement.
It rained and made heavy puddles
That I dreamed they were miny lakes.
The brown leaves that drifted and floated
Were little sailboats sailing.
The rain was pouring heavily
Yet it was pouring warm.
I came outside letting it pour on me,
The warm waters of serenity.
Creating music with whatever it touches,
A variety of rhythm and beats.
The thunder added a little suspense
As the rain shadowed every calling.
A contest entry
- Options for all you poetic people!!! by moment liver.
675 points, ended June 6, 2007, 66 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very discriptive, and a very beautiful poem
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i love the rain when it's like that. it's always so beautiful. im glad you've seen the rain in this light. it is beautiful!
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excelent descriptions, you've created a world that the reader wants to visit...keep writin
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