I'm tired of phantom clouds,
of the same old songs
running through my head.
I'm tired of the dying leaves
falling as husks on the ground
at summer's end.
I don't like fall.
I wish the rain would stop
and the sun wouldn't
play hide-and-seek.
It's been too long since we sat under
our tree.
Let's go play in the rain.
Who cares if we get wet?
Let's play in the rain.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
I'm tired of phantom clouds,
of the same old songs
running through my head.
I'm tired of the dying leaves
falling as husks on the ground
at summer's end.
I don't like fall.
I wish the rain would stop
and the sun wouldn't
play hide-and-seek.
It's been too long since we sat under
our tree.
Let's go play in the rain.
Who cares if we get wet?
Let's play in the rain.
© 2014 C.S. Oakes
