She sits in a chair by her window,
this would be great if she had a view.
She stares out at the neighbors' houses
staring at the midnight's dew.
And every day it's the same thing,
monotony stretches on like clouds of grey.
Listens to rain smack on soft adobe,
she doesn't understand why the rain never stays.
Pretty soon the summer will die off,
leaving autumn's striking footprints in the sand.
A flower withers by the window,
staring out at the "Enchanted Land".
Listens to rain smack on soft adobe,
she doesn't understand why the rain never stays.
^^ Eek. I love these lines. Rain is so comforting to me for some reason. I wish it'd just rain all the time. But I guess we'd have a flood then. >.>
Anyways, I really liked this one. I think it has a lot more meaning than I picked up on though. Something really deep underlying suck simple words. Or maybe it doesn't, who knows? That's the great thing about poems.