Aesthetic: Rain
A drop of beauty falls down my window pane
Almost crying saying please do not think of me in vain
I don’t see how something so beautiful could think it would be forgotten but that’s just what our world is made of-it’s rotten
On lookers think only of the rain as gloom but all it does is bring life, like the flowers trying to bloom
Beauty comes in many forms
It’s not something that should be mourned
For when you think of the rain
Think of it as washing away your pain
By: Raven
Thanks you so much for the opportunity to was so much fun to write!
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