My Poems Don’t really rhyme because Nothing in Life fits perfectly like that

The rain
Is my favorite weather, and
yours too.
The uneven drops fall splashing onto my
Red tiled roof,
Where I sit
staring that the cloudy storm
Wishing that I could be blown away
Like Dorothy.

I sit with my hands clasped
around my knees
Wishing that they were instead
clasped around yours.
The static gray sky
imitates a broken signal.
Maybe this is why we love the rain,
Because like that broken signal we
fail to reach each other
through the eye of the storm.
Maybe we’re meant to be
Like the Rain-
My tears won’t stop falling. But for
all the wrong reasons
we’re separated
By time,
By distance,
By the mismatched tempos of our hearts.

My Poems Don’t really rhyme because Nothing in Life fits perfectly like that

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