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Rainy Days

May 3, 2017
By SammiT232 SILVER, Portland, Oregon
SammiT232 SILVER, Portland, Oregon
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My eyes are in a deep
paralyzed gaze,
watching the raindrops streak
down the foggy window,
leaving behind small streams.
All my thoughts that are
kept in their mental jail cell
break free and spill
out into the open,
and fill the empty walls
with the portraits of my
imagination.
I am alone,
surrounded with the
sharp silence,
and can hear nothing
but my faint heartbeat,
aching in the moment
of isolation,
and longing for a
true love.
Only then does the brittle
breeze seep through the
tiny crack of the open window,
touching my pale skin,
and giving me a slight shiver.
As the raindrops get louder,
playing on their drums,
I can’t help but to think,
Let it rain,
Let it rain,
Let it rain.


The author's comments:

I was inspired to write this poem because I live in a state with lots of rain. I wanted to express what a typical rainy day is to me and how it can change mood and feeling.


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