His first rain, From a little scrawny window, Droplets pattering and dew forming, His first thought is a big spit or too much sweat. His second rain, Through open gates And-he-could- crawl- cross-fall Above those big bouncy raindrops, Stripped in straps he looks- At The kids dancing, He feels his heart sighing and shunning The remorse- and skipping with the drops falling.
Hello guys this is Kunjal! This poem presents a little contrast about sorrow and happiness. To dance in the first rain or just feel its beat as a kid is a reflective thought.😃.
What is your pro and con for rain?
Also written for the W3 prompt#7