As I stood by the window
Watching the pouring rain
~Pitter Patter Pitter Patter~
Raindrops beating against the window rails
I reached my hand out
Letting some fall onto my hand
Tracing the motion of the raindrops
I grasped my hand only to see it seeping through
It felt warm
The sudden urge to stand in the rain
Hoping droplets of rain will wash my troubles away
On second thought, it might not be a good idea.
Seems like I'm about to catch a flu. :S
1 comment:
Hmm... Beautiful, both teh photo and the poem...
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