Apr 2016
Rain, rain, rain.
It's really such a pain.
When the creatures see the rain,
You just want to have them slain,
To see the crimson light rain
And the thoroughbred horse with the bright red mane.
All goes swirling down the fiery red drain.
Rain, rain, rain.
It isn't just a pain.
It's really such a pain.
When the creatures see the rain,
You just want to have them slain,
To see the crimson light rain
And the thoroughbred horse with the bright red mane.
All goes swirling down the fiery red drain.
Rain, rain, rain.
It isn't just a pain.
I like rain. My friend kept complaining.
Years later, I'm going back through my old poems and reading this trivial one... To think, this could have a vastly different interpretation despite its pure randomness on the topic of rain. It was a spontaneous creation worded around a mindless comment, meant for laughs, thus held no deeper meaning.
Intriguing, what hidden meaning do you think it holds, dear reader?
Years later, I'm going back through my old poems and reading this trivial one... To think, this could have a vastly different interpretation despite its pure randomness on the topic of rain. It was a spontaneous creation worded around a mindless comment, meant for laughs, thus held no deeper meaning.
Intriguing, what hidden meaning do you think it holds, dear reader?
