Cry With The Rain Poem by Dark Wolf

Sitting in the grass,
looking to the sky
watching the dense
clouds float by.
The big drops begin to fall,
glistening the ground,
soaking my clothes
and drenching my hair
as it falls from the sky.
I begin to wonder why I feel like a cloud
floating around,
all alone,
feeling like I'm watching everyone else
have fun and enjoy
their life.
And that is when I start to cry with the rain....
for all that is wrong,
for all that is sad,
for all that is good,
for all that is bad,
I just sit there and
cry with the rain.