When it rains by Ann WoodWhen it rains I'm sad,
as if the sky is sad too.
Gathered his problems
in the clouds, as in sacks.
When it rains I have no desire for anything.
Very strange, don't you have days like that,
like mine when it rains?
Today I'm just standing there wondering what to do,
and I don't even catch anything.
When it rains I'm sad,
when it stops raining it will pass,
the sun will rise, a rainbow will appear,
my soul will find itself.
Poetry by Ann Wood
Read 23 times
Written on 2020-05-16 at 12:00
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email