Rain fell.
It touched the hot covers of the ventilation shafts.
It turned to steam, rising to mix with the other
Rain still falling, mingling like the tears and prayers of
Students making their way to first period exams.
24
Feb
10
Rain fell.
It touched the hot covers of the ventilation shafts.
It turned to steam, rising to mix with the other
Rain still falling, mingling like the tears and prayers of
Students making their way to first period exams.
I have to admit, I like these poems about everyday things as much as I like the ones about really emotional topics. It’s almost like you found an item at a garage sale, gave it some time and attention, and polished it into a little gem. Nice 🙂