Looking Out My Front Window Poem by Anthony August

Looking out my front window
Where the kids were playing
The day was fine
The sun shining and clouds so blue
Not a care in the world
Clouds coming in from the west
Roaring of thunder cooling tempature
Little rain drops falling on their little noses.....
They persist with no regard of getting wet
It's getting dark now mom is calling them home
The day is almost done
With no thoughts of what tommorow will bring
Except it will come with a new day
A new Time to play
Outside my my front window