"It's raining!", somebody called out.
I peered out the window seeing the paved road soaking water, leaving it comepletely wet.
Leaves bounce as drops of water fall, breaking impact, gently falling on the grass.
People running seeking shelter.
The loud patter of rain on the roof,
It made me happy like seeing an old friend.
It was raining again.
~Phin
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PoetryInsouciance (n.) free from worry, concern or anxiety. Is it wrong to be fully immersed in a world; In a book or in your own head, Drowning in your sea of thoughts and feelings; While not caring about a world called reality? I don't think so. "I was...
