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ok this a peom i wrote in SAT. i doesnt have a title nor is it finnished but i can't think of anything more and frankly i just don't want to.
When the cool wind blows,
And the sky turns dark and grey,
The clouds build up with anticipation,
Seeming they have something to say.
When the leaves start to scurry,
As if in a hurry,
And silence has come to call,
When the world spins around you,
And dizziness has bound you,
You stand amongst it all.
No bird, nor mouse, nor frog, or flea,
It seems as if,
The world is empty.
And then it rains,
Steam rises like the dead,
It feed the earth,
And soothes my aching head.
I wade in its rivers,
Splash in its lakes,
I will not take shelter,
For feel this bliss it makes.
But soon it will subside,
And the laughter will fall.
A trickle, a mist,
Then nothing at all.
Silence has gone.
The noise starts to grow.
They crawl out from their protection,
And the sun starts to show.
Getting back to schedule,
Leaving their thoughts behind,
So when they come back,
They'll regain that state of mind.
Some like it hot,
Some like it wild,
But as for me,
I'll always remain a rain child.
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if I could give one piece of great advice, it would be to always keep your child enthusiasum.
When the cool wind blows,
And the sky turns dark and grey,
The clouds build up with anticipation,
Seeming they have something to say.
When the leaves start to scurry,
As if in a hurry,
And silence has come to call,
When the world spins around you,
And dizziness has bound you,
You stand amongst it all.
No bird, nor mouse, nor frog, or flea,
It seems as if,
The world is empty.
And then it rains,
Steam rises like the dead,
It feed the earth,
And soothes my aching head.
I wade in its rivers,
Splash in its lakes,
I will not take shelter,
For feel this bliss it makes.
But soon it will subside,
And the laughter will fall.
A trickle, a mist,
Then nothing at all.
Silence has gone.
The noise starts to grow.
They crawl out from their protection,
And the sun starts to show.
Getting back to schedule,
Leaving their thoughts behind,
So when they come back,
They'll regain that state of mind.
Some like it hot,
Some like it wild,
But as for me,
I'll always remain a rain child.
_____________________________________________________
if I could give one piece of great advice, it would be to always keep your child enthusiasum.