She says, "I hate the rain."
She hates the muddy shoes,
The water seeping through,
The soaked-up socks, the splashing streets,
The skies of endless blue turned grey.
She hates the walks outside,
The puddles far too wide,
The way the storm delays her plans,
And steals the warmth of summer days.
And so she hates the rain.
He says, "I love the rain."
He loves the gentle sound,
The pit-pat all around,
The scent of earth that rises up
When silver drops first kiss the ground.
He loves the cooling breeze,
The dancing of the trees,
The rainbow waiting after storms,
The childlike joy in puddled streets.
And so he loves the rain.
Then somehow they met.
She still cursed the muddy roads,
He still listened to the storm.
She carried an umbrella high,
He walked outside to feel it warm.
They never changed each other's minds,
Nor tried to make the other bend.
Yet every rainy afternoon
Became another day they'd spend.
And now they hate the rain together.
Not for the puddles or the mud,
Not for the socks it leaves behind,
But because every storm must end,
And take its borrowed time
For life was very bright
Before they stood beneath the grey,
And now they blame the foolish rain
For making the beauty of the day go away.
So she says, "I hate the rain."
He laughs and says, "I do too."
And they both stare at each other before
watching the clouds drift through.
(I am sorry if you dislike the poem :,) I have never liked rain so much, as it always felt so depressing, so these are just my thoughts weaved into a rhythmic storyline, and if in any way it offends you or something then I apologize đââď¸ )
Life was never a Disney movie and it can never be... i kinda remind myself always.
this poem??????? oh my god???? its so good??? anonymouspoet00 thank you for writing this
Thank you! đ i appreciate it very much! <3
