OH!
What feeling compares to the warmth inside these bones
when I awake at Dawn to a still house,
and comfortable bustle awaits
There is none!
no other mornings compare to such
what with floating voices and metaphoric hugs
a sunday to its monday; disparate
and i'd make the hours stretch if i could
like a Dough prepared for
round laughter
to be enjoyed with glasses of
tall bliss
every Eye i meet glimmers
Glimmers!
with amity to spare
and the Earth around is brimming
Brimming!
with wonder I cannot describe to you
in words
an ode
to sundays worth living for

I like the rain
I love to hear the soft pitter patter as it falls to the ground
its music to the ears
It also makes you realize that everything shows emotion
at one point or another
the sky needs to cry too
and what can you do  
but cry with it
I love the rain because it can be happy or sad
it can cover the fallen tears
or it can cause a smile to blossom
its refreshing
possibly depressing
but its beautiful really