When the Rain Starts to Fall.
© Danielle Paige Amaya Watson
This poem is like my emotions story. It's actually how I feel like when the rain falls from the sky.
When the rain starts to fall,
I start to cry.
I stand outside within the rain,
so no one knows that I cry.
The tears I cry,
are like rains dripping from the leaves.
Feeling so lonely,
the Earth starts to shake.
Rain falling on the mountain tops,
they start to crumble.
Will tomorrow come for us?
Or will these dark rain clouds rule our days.
When the rain falls,
will we all start to cry?
When the rain falls,
will we feel like we've died?
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