Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Rain Boots

When the sky grows dark
and pours out its tears,
the wind blows
and clouds form
the time comes for
me to find a
way to cure my
bad weather blues
so I run
to my closet
and get my
shiny pair of
Rainboots

The second I lay my
eyes on them
I can feel them
just aching to
frollick and splash
in some puddles

Rain or shine
smile or frown
up or down
they're my
puddle splashing
cloud fighting
rain frollicking
constant companions

1 comment:

Tru said...

I love poetry too...so rock on