Page 3 - Written Feelings

Rainy day

The sky is crying, so am I
But I'm so low and it's so high

As tears go down my cheek
It feels like a river or a creek

But trees won’t grow from this water
like climate change, my face gets hotter

The clouds are resting in my head
There'll be a storm the forecast said

It's dark and gloomy with lightning and thunder
like a sacred kid, my blanket I'm under

It gets loud but not bright
Stays dark all through the night

Clouds over filling, it rains and pours
I stay inside and close my doors

Can’t be seen like this, so when I go out
I take an umbrella and the empty route

Clothes are wet, socks and shoes below
My cheeks, my eyelids and my white pillow

I drown in water as I drift into sleep
My tears and the sky made a sea and its deep