Rain

Another poem, cuz i like poems

Nature

The Rain
The fresh smell
The melancholy sky.
Laughing, mocking at you
You miss the sun.
You miss its shining face
its warm arms, always extended to you
It will never reject you.
But it did.
The sun,
like everyone else
rejected
you.

The Sun
The fresh feel
The hot arms
Smiling at you,
just waiting to push you away
Just waiting
A fake smile
The rainclouds nowhere to be found
Like everyone else
rejected
you.

The Tree
with branches fluttering above you
Rattling demeaningly over your head
laughing at your fall
The branch broke
You feel, because the tree
like everyone else
rejected
you