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It's Raining Outside

Poetry By: In The Hands Of
Fantasy



I want some change. Everything seems the same. Storms are unique, they're never the same. Beautiful, but can be destructive. Calming rain, cracking thunder. GLowing lightning... And a pleasant scent of the rainfall. Taking it all in.


Submitted:May 31, 2007    Reads: 164    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


And the clouds are grey

Looks like to burst out with rain.

And I am sitting on the swing

Thinking

Of the scene I'm about to see.

Such a suttle storm.

Turning into a rampage

The clouds hold in their breath

Turn blue Comes the damage

I won't close the window

And pull the shade

I want this to last

Never fade

Really, now.

all of these are from the same old people

The same old things

Oh, agony

The same old days

The same old thing stays.

These blue eyes will stare

Until you give me an answer

Where's the sun?

The storm should've been done.

I won't close the window

And pull the shade

I want this to last

Never fade

My life is a coincidence.

My life is a coincidence.

I want to scream it out so bad

But I clench my teeth so

I don't say anything

Don't say a thing

I want something

different, different.

other than what I hear all the time.

which looked like a cursive Z

Then again, the number three.

I give myself a round of applause in my mind.

Some change.

Everything's the same.

My life is a coincidence.

My life is a coincidence.





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