There are clouds in the sky,
they mass together,
just a thick swath of gray,
that blocks the sun.
I'm walking home,
all by myself,
I've been doing that a lot now,
but it's okay.
I feel the wind pick up,
the dead leaves are swirling
all around me,
like some strange tornado.
A tornado of leaves,
how interesting.
If only the wind would pick me up
and carry me off.
Throughout my windy thoughts,
one raindrop fell,
slowly from my eye
down to my chin.
I felt it fall off my chin.
The wind left a cold chill
on the wet path on my cheek;
it stung.
Then the clouds finally broke down on me.
The rain poured, but I didn't rush to leave.
I walked at the same pace
with my face lifted to the sky.
I don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind
© Tatiana
Here's a drafted poem from 2014. 4 years ago. Good Lord.