The day turned dark and cloudy
I knew it was supposed to rain
That was okay with me though
This time of year it's not the same.
My windmill started whirling
Around and around it went
Everything was changing now
A storm was surely sent.
I love it, yes I do my friends
I can't tell you just why I do
But it makes me want to snuggle in
Is it ever the same for you?
It is the seasons that I love so much
For I know it will not remain
Spring and summer are ‘round the bind
But my windmill and I love the rain!
Hey yayy coincidentally it's rainy season here where I'm settled too. So I enjoyed your rainy day poem in superb description and imagery. Kudos! Plz pleez do read my newest poem titled, " babies cry anywhere"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'But it makes me want to snuggle in Is it ever the same for you? ' - Yes, it's the same for me.