Librainy Poem by Jennifer Phillips

Librainy



Already raining
40 degrees.
Books are due.
Rush towards my destination.
I have finally arrived.
Soaking wet.
Chilled to the bone.
Stepping through the door.
Turning off my phone.
iI feel at home and not alone.

Monday, October 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
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