My fingers smudge the glass
Looking out, I can’t help it
The rain is so pretty
I want to go out
Mother, let me go out
No, she said
Sadly I return to my window
And I run my fingers ‘cross the glass
I wish I could go out
It’s so beautiful out there
All wet and shimmering
Please mother let me go out
If you must, she said
I didn’t bother to put on my shoes
I left my window
With my fingerprints
Smudged on the glass
Looking out, I can’t help it
The rain is so pretty
I want to go out
Mother, let me go out
No, she said
Sadly I return to my window
And I run my fingers ‘cross the glass
I wish I could go out
It’s so beautiful out there
All wet and shimmering
Please mother let me go out
If you must, she said
I didn’t bother to put on my shoes
I left my window
With my fingerprints
Smudged on the glass
2 comments:
i love this poem
it flows really well, very creative!
good! rain walking is good every now and then
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