Treasure Island

Katlynne Houston

(01-12-1996 / Forest City Arkansas)

Rain


Rain rain there you are
I think of you as falling stars
A beautiful thing such as rain
Falls down on my window pane
Rain rain stay with me
You water little plants and trees
I stay warm and dry inside
While animals often run and hide
As you leave the flowers bloom
I watch it all from in my room
I really wish youd stay with me
But I know you have to leave
Youll come back some time some how
But I know it wont be now

Submitted: Monday, March 23, 2009

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  • Daryl Young (3/24/2009 2:13:00 AM)

    I love the rain, this paints a really nice picture. Love the flow and the wording, Thank you, please feel free to read and comment on my works.

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