the ever-evolving story of rain

Tue, 04/21/2020 - 15:17 -- avn77

rain when I was a kid meant

cancelled recess, rainy day projects

a chance to stomp in puddles,

the time to wear your pink raincoat

the older I got, the more I began to fear it

rain meant lightning that could kill,

floods that destroyed homes,

killed people, ruined years of work 

then again, I began to see rain as beautiful

how it could wash away tragedies, 

make a rainbow at the end of it all 

be the calm pitter patter on a windowsill

as you cuddle with the one you love 

ive often thought rain is like a person

beautiful, magical, dangerous, destructive  

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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