JazzyWereWolf

Paper and Rain It's hard to write poetry in the rain. Paper and water don't mix so I must refrain from being out where the drop strewn flowers grow and sprout, where the trees reach for the gloomy sky, catching rain drops as they go by. They don't mind the rain the way people do, hiding beneath their colored fabrics trying to stay dry. And if I were to go and write beneath the gloomy sky, my poetry would surely melt into the concrete and be tread upon by the many feet of passers by.