Rain

I look up at the overcast sky,
People always ask me why.
Why I like to walk in the rain,
Why do they think I'm insane?

I love the feel of the wet grass,
The feel of the rain's splash.
Why do they judge me so?
What I feel, they do not know.

Water drips from the hair behind my ears,
My call for comfort no one hears.
Why do they want to fix me?
They don't even know what broke me.

I look up at the overcast sky,
They still ask me why.
I tell them I don't really know,
It brings a peace I can neither describe nor show.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
February 9, 2012 at 9:57 PM
I don't like rain but I can understand how it could appeal to certain people. For me, I need the sun falling on my face. I spent my childhood in WA state. It was not so much the rain,but the gloom of the days. I remember feeling so depressed as a child! Good poem. Luv, Andrea
Brown Avatar
November 9, 2011 at 7:12 AM
Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with us through your poetry Emily. I enjoyed reading your writing today. Love, Carol
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