All alone I sit in the rain.
Let it wash away my sorrow,
let it kill my pain.
I dissapear inside myself.
Forgetting my troubles,
losing my doubt.
The rain starts pouring down on my head.
Emptying thoughts that are filled with dread.
All my troubles have been washed away.
All the bad things gone with the rain.
I love poems about the rain, the symbolism in this is great. the 3rd line is my favorite
What a refreshing sweet poem, Kyla. I love the rain as well and have written fun poems about it. There is something very cleansing about the rain and you put it well in your poem. Keep writing and sharing your thoughts and feelings! A '10! ' from me. Best Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good poem i like it