• MistryLand

    A Rainy Day- Poetry

    Under the dark greying mass I look out As the rain unleashes its temper Protected behind my window As if looking past another world   The beats gradually increase Performing a tribal dance as if memorized Or perhaps like pots and pans Falling with a clatter   Time stands still Or maybe it’s the traffic A pink finger appears And draws a smile On the fogged window I draw back a ‘hello’   A curtain of rain between us Protected behind our windows This poem was written on a journey through the rain in a car but it is also symbolic of strangers who connect through nature but still are…

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    The Pouring Rain

    The rain pours outside As I look out of the window Of the abandoned building I once called home No one is here now To watch it with me To hold me When the thunder scares me No one shouts out That the dinner’s ready The dark grey clouds Look angry and alone They cry over us Letting the raindrops Soak us in pain The rain always makes me sad Because I no longer Have anyone to share it with And alone as always I draw the curtains And sit down to eat As the rain continues to pour outside I don’t know how to explain what this poem is…