Wednesday, November 12, 2008, 7:55 PM
Don't you just feel all gloomy and blue when the rain starts pitter pattering at your window pane?
When you see the dark skies loom above... don't you just feel like doing nothing except to stare into space?
Well, I do.
I can't say that I hate the rain. When you have all the time in the world to appreciate your surroundings, the rain can be quite a good mate to accompany you on your poetic journey. But at other times, it really starts to tear you apart, bounding you with melancholy, making you feel so helpless and emo.
Pitter Patter Patter RainPitter Patter Patter Rain,
little ones from beyond,
are you heaven's tears,
or blessings from above?
Alone I am not,
I have your companiance,
little advocators of gloom
Pitter patter patter rain.
A beautiful, sorrowful tune
echoing through the night.
Mesmerized by your rhythm,
a melodic, heart-wrenching piece.
Listening to your orchestra,
upon my window pane,
your depressing life story
Pitter patter patter rain.
