Rainy Days Poem by Kathryn Miller

When I wake up in the morning and look out my window,
I see the world is gray,
And I stand there and watch,
Nothing moves,
Except for the blowing wind,
And all it's victims,
As I get dressed and put in my favorite CD,
I don't feel like putting in a happy little jingle,
Because when it's grey,
I don't feel the day is a happy one,
I want colors to burst through this steady stream of rain,
That beats on the roof of my house,
When it rains it has a rhythm,
The taptaptap of the rain on the window,
The whoosh of the curling wind outside,
And the splash of the cars streaming by,
But this rhythm makes you feel like staying in bed,
And dreaming of untold desires,
And in this rain has it's victory.