Miss, Just Listen,
Dear Raindrop On A Windy Day,
I’ve only ever heard of mixed reports.
I want to stare you down and feel good admiring your drizzle. A damp shirt does not heat my bones well.
I know that, should not drown my cheer.
I linger from time to time more than I should. I wish I knew the undue effects immersing myself more in your downfall would have on me. I want to be your rock. Let me feel the pitter-patter of your heart on my skin. Guide my breathing. Encourage me to relax and just breathe, please.

Awesome poetry this morning!
Is what you’re doing called creative writing you must have to have a good imagination to do what you’re doing I commend you my grandson and I love you