“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.” ―
I close my window and the rain goes dead,
I raise the curtain and it’s back again.
Drops are on the blurry windowpane,
and on the green bed of spring
where a yellow dot is blooming blatantly.
I close my window and the rain goes dead. Continue reading “Rain in March”