Washing Away My Worries

by Joy Forsythe\Taurus - Not entered

The water washed over my face,
Taking with it my worries.
Pitter-patter, the drops race
Down to the end of my nose.

Those that make it to my mouth
Taste bitter, like a tear;
And from between my eyelashes,
At the ground I peer.

Bits of snow here and there,
Melting away with the rain.
Water falling in the air
And ploping into puddles.

Rivlets dance down my face,
Immitating tears
As each other they chase,
Taking away my cares.

And I'm happy to be soaking wet,
Happy to be out in the rain.
This wonderful January thaw
Eases the winter pain.

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Date created: 1996-03-04 17:25:29
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:44
Poem ID: 44721

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