A glance out the window,
Into the darkened clouds,
that sit outside, above the sky.
How I wish to be outside,
With the fierce wind,
The damp air,
The approaching of the storm.
But chained I am,
To the feeling of loneliness,
The feeling of anger.
Of hate.
Locked inside, with nothing to do but wait.
and wait....
and wait.
I don't care anymore,
as i throw open the front door.
I run outside, and I feel the breeze.
It washes over me, it makes me feel free.
I feel a drop, as my hair blows in the wind.
I smile.
I will stay here for a while.
The drops come faster and faster, and soon I am soaked.
There is one thing I know.
I really love the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I gave your poem a 6, because it did stand out, but the feature didn't really occur to me.....still, very good writer, you are, you could take your poetry much further, you know. Congratulations!