Rain falls upon the ground. I look up at the syk filld with gray. I stand there wet and could but I don't move. I stand waiting for the storm to past. Rain still falling on the ground and I smile and begin to laugh as I remember all the good times we had in this rain. And as the rain falls I look to the sky once more and smile then I say good by in tell next time. Then I trun and walk away and leave the rain to it's job.
By: Amanda Wilson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done Amanda and welcome to poem hunter.