
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 about because I can’t really put it into words. It is basically jut about life and how even though when you’re younger growing up sounds amazing but eventually it starts to become a nightmare because it never stops.
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7 Comments
StoriesforSophie
Beautiful.
PoojaG
Thanks 🙂
Anthony Leto
Great imagery and words.
PoojaG
Thank you!
Anthony Leto
Your welcome.
Sidra Owens
Growing up never stops; and as it changes from growing up to growing older, sometimes the whole process seems even lonelier. Poignant piece.
PoojaG
Yeah growing up has its perks but it also comes with disappointment. Thank you so much for stopping by. 🙂