Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2014
First it was drizzling rain,
You can only observe the drops from particular angels
Smell the freshness of the dirt and suffocating humidity
Then it's thunderstorm,
Walking alone singing melancholic songs
And it's shower, I let droplets drip down my face
Dibble dibble ,sha la la
maggie W
Written by
maggie W  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
579
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems