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Anais Vionet May 22
The milk coffee skies of Paris in May,
make the Seine river look insanely gray.

At sunrise it’s quiet -
the traffic’s mostly bikes
our digs are luxurious and private
my school stress is waning - it’s nice

I want to get up sigh
I don’t want to get up,
We’ll vote on it later -
I think it’s a tossup.

What will today bring?
More thunderstorms and kisses?
grin I hope so.

I pull the covers up.
Peter stretches and asks,
“what are you doing?”

I chuckle, and say,
“Come and find me,”
when he does,
Paris is fun in May
.
.
songs for this:
How Deep is your love - Live at the MGM Grand by Bee Gees
Houdini by Dua Lipa
Disco Boots by Gavin Turik
Not My Fault by Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge: Wane: to become smaller or fade
Eloisa May 2022
a fresh start
a day to wander
spring rain
Tsuyu- rainy season
At least these drops of water are falling all around me,
Instead of from me.
Tanay Dec 2021
It is a rainy day
I walk
It washes away my fear,
I feel I am letting go.
It is a rainy day
I feel my worries
Wash away from my face,
My wrinkles are being erased.
It is a rainy day
I know
Healing takes time,
But time heals the deepest wounds.
It is a rainy day,
It is dark
But I feel a spark of light
In my heart.
It is a rainy day
And I know
How hard it has been to let go.
Now I heal
As the rain washes my wounds away.
I heal as the rain pours down on me.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2021.
All Rights Reserved
Close your eyes,
I whisper in your ear,
when you think of forever,
what do you see my dear,
or rather who do you see,
right through your tears,
through the uncertainty of time,
and the path you will take,
who is your partner,
your guide as you are theirs,
I asked you this question once before,
a rainy day on the second floor,
tell me your answer once again.
The last time I said I love you.
Zoe Mae Oct 2021
Drip drop, never stops
Puddles formed are now the norm
Splash splosh, day's a wash
sarah Aug 2021
rainy like my eyes
lately i despise
being alone
i don't like being alone

shaky like my knees
when i tell you, please,
fall in love with me
won't you fall in love with me
ive missed you all more than literary devices could ever describe
You are a butterfly
that flies and perches
on a corpse flower
throughout the rainy season
in December.
Indonesia, 5th July 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Elizabeth Zenk Apr 2021
sensation

may it come in rains

periodically, forcefully

persistent in its integrity

distant for some maybe

but all so interpersonal for me

tapping on my window

showering me

seeping through the cracks

unreined
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