I was really mad when my sophomore english teacher forced us to write poetry. Some people didn't even understand what couplets or stanzas were.....Ugh, the theme of my poetry project was rain...and this was one of the three I created.
Graceful they fall from up above
My angel's tears they are
No wings or color but soft as dove
Crashing down they do not mar
To stay so patient I await
I hope the blue skies gray
For my wish to come and mate
With this my last day
I am dying I wish to see
What true beauty can hold
I fear by time's decree
Ah, rain may I be so bold
Shall I never see you my righteous rain
A drop of water to ease my pain.
Graceful they fall from up above
My angel's tears they are
No wings or color but soft as dove
Crashing down they do not mar
To stay so patient I await
I hope the blue skies gray
For my wish to come and mate
With this my last day
I am dying I wish to see
What true beauty can hold
I fear by time's decree
Ah, rain may I be so bold
Shall I never see you my righteous rain
A drop of water to ease my pain.