When the rain falls,

I study drops on my windows

hoping that I could flow

as effortlessly as they do.

 

When the rain falls

I cup my hands to catch them,

felling it drip through fingers

to tap on my shoes.

 

When the rain falls

I feel it fall on my scalp,

my umbrella folded–

leaving me vulnerable.

 

When the rain falls

I listen to its tapping

just to hear it wash away

the emotions that don’t serve me.

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I am so filled with creative inspiration that I am about to explode.

 

 

 

 

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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