i love the sweet
pitter patter
rain
falling from the heavens makes
while you're outside alone
dancing
like no one is watching
umbrella-less
while really everyone
is watching
from inside their houses
wanting
and not wanting
to go out and join you
sing
at the top of their lungs
off-key
but they don't
so
instead they watch you dance
alone
and listen
listen
to the rain and the
roll
of thunder in the distance.
Editor's Note: This is the "original" form of this poem. For the record, I did not edit the poem. When poems are sent in the form of email they often lose their original format. I attempted to piece together what I ended up receiving. I apologize if it was not how you originally intended it; however, I hope this rectifies the situation and presents the poem as desired. I also encourage you to continue writing, because obviously I enjoyed the poem very much.
