Rain on the window pane
Whispers secrets like a friend
How it saturated the stains
Until all the colors blend
Rhythms patter me to sleep
Like a flightless little bird
Snuggled safe beneath the leaves
In the foliage of dreams
Rain on the window pane
Whispers secrets like a friend
How it saturated the stains
Until all the colors blend
Rhythms patter me to sleep
Like a flightless little bird
Snuggled safe beneath the leaves
In the foliage of dreams
That makes me want to curl up with a blanket under cloudy skies and watch the rain. π
You should π
so simple and picture perfect.
Thank you! π
so few words can mean something great. that is the might of poetry. we love rain, it’s an excuse for our laziness π
Rain makes me want to write all day π
This is so sweetly stated.
Thank you!