Cloistered in a convent of sad gray
clouds,
I kick my feet behind me as I lie
on my tummy on the thick
corduroy couch cusions and
look out the window.
A sad sky beckons me to clear
it. The trees cry for me to help
them dance again, the raindrops
dripping off their needles like
teardrops.
I smile at them from the cozy
indoors. Even the house is
crying as drip, drip, drip falls
from the ends of the eaves.
The seclusion of this rainy day
wraps me in its warm secrecy.
Does anyone else see what
I see?
The world outside is crying,
But I LAUGH!
Please leave your comments about the secrets you find in a rainy day.
clouds,
I kick my feet behind me as I lie
on my tummy on the thick
corduroy couch cusions and
look out the window.
A sad sky beckons me to clear
it. The trees cry for me to help
them dance again, the raindrops
dripping off their needles like
teardrops.
I smile at them from the cozy
indoors. Even the house is
crying as drip, drip, drip falls
from the ends of the eaves.
The seclusion of this rainy day
wraps me in its warm secrecy.
Does anyone else see what
I see?
The world outside is crying,
But I LAUGH!
Please leave your comments about the secrets you find in a rainy day.
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