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Drops of joy

Poetry By: Hi Im a person

All I have to say is that it is currently raining outside and I was bored, and this was the outcome
Hope you don't hate it

Submitted:Mar 16, 2013    Reads: 29    Comments: 6    Likes: 5   

The sky grows dark

and the clouds grow heavy

Doors are shut

while children are rushed indoors

The first drop falls

so hoods begin to move

Where there is one there are more

soon it is umbrellas that start to move

It begins to pour

the grass becomes weighed down

Nothing but the rain moves

not even the insects underground

No one is outside, except for three

and they are doing the unimagineable

They jump in puddles

and laugh at their antics

They are not wrong

nor immature

They have just mastered the art of joy


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