Standing in the midst of the rain
Walking through the streets so plain
Following the sweet sounds again
Pattering on the window panes
The splash underneath your feet
Creates a harmonious beat
Your feet slide, they squeak
Into the woods, you slowly retreat
Looking up into the gray clouded skies
Raindrops cold, dripping under your eyes
From here you can hear the distant roaring cries
It must be the heavens debating again, you surmise
Then, this feeling of elation reaches you
You are no longer alone or feeling blue
Because you can stand, for just a few
That this rain understands your pain, too.
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Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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Comments (1)
Beautiful way to capture the connection between nature and our emotions. The rain feels like a companion, offering solace and understanding.