Rainy Storms... ☁⚡☔

Emily_InspiresAll • 170 followers

I wrote this going on a school trip somewhere and I found it with a lot of sheets so yeah...:

Gazing out the window watching drops of rain,
Letting things go through your mind; time and time again.
The grass is the same old green, the sky a hint of blue,
But when looking through the glass it's an empty world and you.
You could see a unicorn dancing in the field,
Yet your eyes remain empty but somehow still so peeled.
Something large flies through the air,
Still you gaze without a care.
Things are different, there are many reforms,
But endlessly watch the rainy storms.

Sorry I haven't posted in so long I just never had the chance! I haven't really had my mind on poetry but I'm going to try hard to carry on writing because it's an amazing hobby!
DON'T LOSE HOPE IN ME!!:)

#emotional-landscape #general #introspection #melancholy #nature-poetry #observation

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