rain
Needles on the roof,
this rain.
I have seen flashes of it before,
Through an open window,
But never an open door.
As a child, I did not fear the storm.
I danced in the rain.
I embraced it, like I would a friend.
Until the needles poked me
So I feared it too.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro