The trees flow in the wind,
perfectly synchronized, dancing in waves
leaves shake as rain scatters onto the road
it is yet another windy, rainy day
i think to myself, standing
i can almost reach out to the rain on the window pane
thinking of my regrets, i reminisce
memories and thoughts flooding through my head
i feel it is my fault for everything
staring at the window pane, looking at my hand's reflection
it leaves a print on the glass, a short, sweet memory of the present
it is yet another windy, rainy day
and i wish you were here with me
I wrote this because of my dad, he died when i was 4.
