Pouring Rain Poem by Manta Rogers

The rain pours down
The windows.
I run out side,
And dance in the rain,
Letting it wash away my fears.
The rain was gone for so long,
And i was left in the summer heat,
With nothing to cool me down.
I walk to my friends house,
Who is currently gone,
And water their inside plants,
Like i was asked, and had offered, to do.
I ran in the rain, soaked, back to my home,
And sat down in my own little corner,
Taking out a book to read.
Then, getting on the computer,
To type this senseless, to me it is, poem.