• soulfulwinter6398 9w

    The rain was tickling my face,
    The wind was pulling my hair,
    They called my name again and again,
    Until i let the fear go,
    And joined them,
    The clouds saw me coming out,
    Rained even harder,
    To feel me, to touch me,
    The sun, jealous of them,
    Was trying hard,
    to push them away
    and shine brighter,
    just for me, because
    They knew my love
    Was meant for them.
    ©soulfulwinter6398