ZoeLeigh Vaughan


Walking In The Rain - Poem by ZoeLeigh Vaughan

I sit an the bus stop,
Watching the rain pour down,
As two young girls come spinning by.
'singing in the rain, dancing in the rain'
Their voices filled my head.

As my bus grows later,
I sit and watch some more,
A poor old man hobbles up the street,
Old shirt clinging to his back.

I ask him if he's ok,
He just looks at me and smiles,
'It's the greatest free gift in the world'
And i watch him walk on by.

As I finally decide my bus isn't coming,
I slowly start to walk away
And no longer care that I'm getting drench.
When a white collar, black suit buisness man,
Comes bussling past with his big black umbrella,
And yells at me as he passes,
'What are you crazy, get outta this rain! '

Then I learnt some people walk in the rain...
While others just get wet.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010



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