Pounding Rain

Pounding rain

reminded me

of the day that had passed.

With every drop of rain

mud was washed away

like all the bad in that day.

As the sky turned gray

and everyone was turning off their lights

I watched the night capture the day

I soon fell asleep

to the rhythmic pounding of the rain

dreaming about the new day that awaited me.

My Tree

You stand proud and tall,

You are a home to all,

When the world comes crashing down,

When ever I wear a frown,

The world becomes full of fun,

When I become one,

With your branches where I can sway,

In your branches where I can play.

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