Looking out the window, as the rain does fall

Looking at every drop, one and all

Looking as the wind blows through the trees

Looking at the cold spring breeze

Looking at the gray dull sky

Looking at the day from up so high

Looking at the ground from the second floor

Looking out, wanting to soar

Looking at the world with dread

Looking at the world so dead

Looking at a world so dark

Looking out, just wanting to go to the park

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Remember those rainy days when you were 5

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lovely poem .