Watching Rain Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching Rain



Watching rain from a window inside my mind made
life seem to slow down and I took it in stride.
Playfully watching it get caught up by automobile
tires as they traveled by fast - sending droplets
flying out behind, looking like steam of an old
engine.

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