RAIN

November 19, 2020

It comes from a forming cloud

When it falls it's so loud.

Everything's so dim 'cause it's raining.

I think it wasn't nice

Because that rain comes from my eyes.

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.