I can hear the rain
Crash on the window pane,
Each drop it sounds the same.
Although unique is each splatter...
The little pitter patter,
Tells me that the latter
Of these statements are true.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Dancing, swirling, sweetly frozen Downy, soft like feathered jewels Touch my lips with a tickle and a giggle Cold and tingly, frosty fun.
I always like rain best. The slow steady drizzle as it's falling from above. How it seeps through your clothes and chills you to the bone.
It pitters, it patters, When I fall asleep. I do love it when the sky, Decides to night time weep. It drips, it drops, Such a soothing sound. The perfect sleep-music, I have just found.
And together its parents blend. Realising children into the air. Cold surface of the porcelain cup And boiling hot water, What a pair. Two simple ingredients together. Creating a small show of things.
Soothing colours that surround me and my world, I would mother them if I could. We take them for granted- pink, blue and red, They are hardly ever mentioned or even said.
#youngwritershousehold I gazed at the beautiful butterfly, With its detailed, delicate wings, It flutters round gracefully , It was one of those magical things.
A sweet symphony. One that blows in the trees. The shush of the grasses blades. A soothing tune. Like water trickling in a stream. A small breeze through my hair. The sea salt in the air.
The water and the waves, moves by air. Brushes my cheeks, runs through my hair. Somedays the wind is nice and hot. Somedays it's cold, and I don't like that a lot.
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