A sunny warm summer day
I step out into my yard and feel the sun on my face.
I feel the soft grass beneath my toes.
I begin to walk.
The sun slowly slips from sight.
I feel a drop of rain land on my shoulder, cool and soft.
I continue walking as I feel more drops
landing on my shoulders, head, and bosom.
As I pause I look up and close my eyes.
I feel the light rain landing on my face.
I feel it slowly trickle down my cheeks,
it dribbles near my ears and down my neck.
I open my mouth and let it leak in..
It tastes sweet and fresh.
I love the rain with all its beauty and peace.
2006-06-30
08:27:55
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most of my poems are mostly about death and all that other "emo" stuff, and lately ive been trying out sum other stuff. and ive tried forms, but ive really got to work on that quite a bit more. klol
2006-06-30
08:35:32 ·
update #1