Even though its cold outside.
I open the window outside my room,
And wedge my door open.
So I can listen to the rain.
You didnt like my last poem.
I think sometimes, you dont like me.
But then you blow a kiss, as you have to leave,
And theres always a twinkle in your eye.
I lie in bed, waiting for you again.
I\'ve been awake a long time.
Its cold. And I try to keep warm.
But who doesnt like listening to the rain?