"Some Feel the Rain..."
Find someone who is not afraid to live.
She walked through storms
head high and uncovered.
Everyone whose path she crossed
asked her why she would let herself get wet.
A few tried to offer space under their umbrellas
or give her advice on where to get her own.
As if she were made of sugar, of paper-
something in need of preserving and protecting.
When she's grown tired of trying to explain
how the water and the brilliant sky called to her,
a boy came out from nowhere, grabbed her hand,
and pulled her further into the fray.
Together they laughed, dancing through the showers
to the wild thunder beats.
Their careless joy flashed like lightning
while everyone else simply stared in wonder
from the sheltered safety of their umbrellas
About the Creator
Kiersten Fox
Constantly searching for new ways to challenge myself and develop new writing skills. I mainly write poetry, but also enjoy summarizing psychological journal articles. Thank you for exploring my work!
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