Droplets of liquid sunshine,
fall from the sky,
on this gray day,
in October.
Many sit gloomily,
and watch the rain fall.
Whereas I,
sit smiling.
I love the rain.
I love the feel of it,
on my skin.
I love the sound of it,
as it hits my rooftop,
late at night.
I love the way,
it relaxes me,
and puts me to sleep.
I love the rain.
And no matter what people say,
I always will.
~*~ Jill ~*~
I love the poem.
Okay i don't want to sound really stupid right now but i might..lol is "whereas" really a word?