I wish I could write...
I feel like poetic sometimes when I'm..down..
This is all gibberish. Made up on the spot.
Raindrops sprinkling the ground
Sticking to the windows
Leaves rushing through the wind
Dragging noisly along the ground
The wind pushing here and there
Gusts lifting leaves and rain
Using her finger
She follows a tear drop
Down the cold glass
The wind picks up a leaf
And hurles at the window
Plastered to the window now
The tear drop slowly makes its
Way around the brownish yellow leaf
With tear drops collected
Soon the leaf itself begins to cry
She follows the tears from the leaf
She feels the same way, she understands
She looks beyond the window itself
The earth looks black, white and gray
Puddles of water form behind the leaf
And let drops slowly move off
Crying at the tips
It seems to say
Tomorrow will be better.