
The air chills.
The wind gallops.
The sky darkens.
Drip, drip, drip…
How I love the rain.
Without it, life wouldn’t be the same.
Drip, drip, drip…
Helping others become even better versions of themselves

The air chills.
The wind gallops.
The sky darkens.
Drip, drip, drip…
How I love the rain.
Without it, life wouldn’t be the same.
Drip, drip, drip…

What is a poem?
Is it like visual art?
Just an opinion?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
A poem is a written piece of art.
Who are you to tell me it’s not a poem or a piece of art?