The Rains & the Feels
I sense a change in the winds, looks like things are going to get beautiful.
Ah there it is! Starts off with a drop and two.
Thunder does not want to miss out on the party.
It roars to mark it's presence.
Soon we can see puddles and little streams everywhere.
The children jumping with joy it seems there were no burdens nor care.
Their paper boats did sail along the streams while you could hear their cheers and playful screams.
Why do we lose our inner child when we grow old?
Wish there was a time machine to take me back when I was free and bold,
Wish I could be someone,
Wish I could be seen...