When It Rains Poem by Jessica Elizondo

It pours. The rain is cold, yet comforting. I love to sit in the rain. I get all my emotions out, and I can truly think, with no interuptions. Go ahead stare, I don't care. Its so cold, and dreary but i love it. Drop after dropp I sit there just looking, staring. Thinking to myself that the world is filled with hidden beauty. What other poeple just see as cold, day ruining rain, I welcome as a chance for me to be myself. No one can see me cry in the rain, I can let it all out. When it rains, it pours, and I love it.