Underneath the Rain
Sometimes it rains in my small city.
When such days occur i am often left alone with the crashing waves.
Sometimes i reach into this endless ocean.
For a moment there are no cars or loud noises...
Everything seems so beautiful under the gloomy clouds.
Such days are often my best days.
People often say i am strange for doing this.
But i don't live for people or their judgement..
Even though such a way of life is nearly impossible.
I try anyway.
But i am not perfect and often fail myself.
So when it rains..
Like today i simply stand there.
Collecting my thoughts along with my fraglie pride.
And I smile.
I actually smile underneath the crashing waves.
Because no one can judge me here.
No one.
Robert Burton
Copyright © Robert Burton | Year Posted 2013
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