When I Look Outside Poem by Zack Magic

As I look out my window at the bright sky,
I watch all the people walk on by,

Some look happy,
Some look sad,
Some walk by with their dads',

While I go out my door and start to walk,
I stop and listen to all the people talk,

Some stories of loss,
Some stories of gain,
All stories of happiness and of pain,

As I just look standing there in front of the door,
Suddenly I look up and rain starts to rapidly pour,

All these stories are like a personal reference,
Where in my poems I can put them into a sentence,