The Rain

The rain is always teasing me. Like some I was old enough to remember when you could go out and dance around in it, now if you even stick your hand out the door you're dead.

I wish I could still dance in it though, fresh drops landing on your bare arms, bare toes splashing in puddles.

Society has changed because of the rain that we caused to be poisoned with our polution and disgusting habits that hurt the earh. Now all the news talks about is the rain, we have curfews and when there is storms, a few brave officers drive the streets in their cars looking to punish anyone who even walks towards the door or window.

I myself stare out the windows anyways, watching the rain drops hit the earth and gather in green tinted puddles. I like to read while it rains, it provides me with good memories.

The rain will always be in my heart and I can only wish for the day It is safe again.