Poetry Day #1: Acrostic
-rainy day dreams-
Rat-a-tat-tat, the rain pours down again,
All of the land is soaked with the heaven’s tears.
Inducing sadness, yes, but bringing life,
Now that the world can be refreshed once more.
Yet, why must I feel like this rain is drowning me?
Dreaming about the sun, the wind, even the clouds,
Anything that will take away this sorrowful feelings.
Yet the rain still continues to fall down.
Day breaks once more, and I continue to watch the sky.
Red, yellow, orange, pink, and the white clouds float.
Endings are bittersweet, aren’t they?
Although sadness will always be in my heart,
My smile will rise above the pouring rain like the sun,
So I’ll continue to dream until the rain stops once more.