the wind blows
the couds go
the rain falls
the clouds cover the sun like a thick blanket
i doze off this boring day
the sun peaks out but goes back in
hiding like a scared kid
looking out seeing the drops falling
wondering if god is bawling
knowing he cant be but just what if
a 'what if' question
i think hard about it but theirs no reason
and i do this all...
on a cloudy day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem