Rain falls so quickly, by my window sill
I'm wondering when it will start to snow
The weatherman says it will
Wondering if it will keep school closed
because right now, only God knows
I want to know if I could sleep late
Until tomorrow's afternoon
I'm sitting here wondering
Looking at the moon
Will I have a day to rest?
So that the day after I'll be at my best
These clouds make my vision weary
When will I be able to see clearly?
This time of my life when I'm at the all time low
I feel as if I have no where to go
Thinking, wondering what do I have to offer anyone?
I'm always sad and I almost never have fun
The rain only makes me worse
I feel as if it is a curse
I think of all the help I've lent
and wonder why I'm filled with resent
Is it because I've gotten nothing in return?
I remind myself, from things like these, I only learn
Learn about what I do and say
Could affect whether my sky is blue or gray
Then I think of this rain I see
and wonder if it will clear
and if I'll be happy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I felt as you do in this write and i know it sounds daft but my spirit lifted by the end... lovely tyvm.. karen