Rainy Days

A Poem found written in my Journal, dated March 2, 2015

When the rain has come

And washed away the air,

A new day is born with

Sky so blue and fair.

 

Breathing crisp cold rain

Against the warming sun,

The valleys glow green

And I dream to frolic and run.

 

With having done their job,

These giant white ships

Hovering to the Horizon

Grow dark and tired

And retreat to space,

Leaving the words they’ve inspired.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Solemn, profound, and poetically inspiring. Well done!

[Reba]

I like this one. Epically the last line. Really speaks to me. I can relate to it.