Rain on my window,
Is the most vigorously thing I can feel,
Rain on my roof,
Is the most vigorous sound I can listen too,
Wet leaves near the net of the window are the most beautiful thing to watch.
Often when the mind loose its way,
I numbly state out of window.
Where the wet heart shaped leaves often drops the remains of raindrops which wash away my numbness.
Often the darkest wet trunk passes its sent to me that it bring back the life to my mind.
Often those long leaves collide with the wind sending invitation to my ears to live again with the new hope.
Often those little fruits send their tastes to my tongue which make my senses alive.
Often this rain send birds to my balcony to sing the morning song to wake me up.
Often this rain sends lightning in midnights to make me feel warm under my blanket.
Often this rain danced with my needs to make me wet.
Often this rain plays these wet games with me to make me feel vigorous.
Rain on my window,
Is the most vigorously thing I can feel,
Rain on my roof,
Is the most vigorous sound I can listen too.
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
