I sat there on my windowsill, gazing at the scene.
I knew it was a gloomy day, as rain slid down the screen.
Why can't the sun come out and make all spirits bright?
Why am I stuck in my house, every day and night?
I was about to leave my window side, and lay down bored in bed.
When suddenly slight movement, caught my eye ahead.
At first I though these kids were crazy; playing in this rain.
But as I saw them smile, I had to think again.
It was then that I realized, just because skies are grey,
Doesn't mean I should mope around, and stay inside all day.
Time is what I make of it, weather good or bad.
Rain can't trap me in my house, making me real sad.
With that thought I found my boots sitting on the floor.
I grabbed my hat and grabbed my coat, and headed out the door.
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Welcome ItisI. A brilliant first write on this forum. It reflected how I feel on those many UK rainy days. If it was raining today then I would've rushed out the door more quickly than usual, thanks to the inspiration of your words.
Beautifully written
A splendid introductory poem, Itisi! Welcome to MPS. Keep them coming.
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