It covers the streets
It coats the roofs
It soaks me to the bone
I run to cover as it weighs on me
Looking forward to my home
To be dry and safe, in my bed
A luxury too many do not know
I watch the rain as it pours down
I'm grateful for my home
I find beauty in the raindrops
As it washes through the streets
The longer I sit and watch it fall
The quicker my fear retreats
For I am safe and sheltered
There are many who are not
And remember to be grateful
For the life that I have got
About the Creator
Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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Comments (2)
Found this on a rabbit hole from a piece Mike Singleton published and included a link for it. Glad I did - I've subscribed. I love this, Sian. I love rain anyway, but love how you tied in some very important points about how some don't have homes and have to spend time in the rain. There is no warming up part of their rainy days. Exquisite stuff!
Wonderful words and I hope you are OK with me using this as my source for the seven words in Cendrine's challenge