Dressed in a sundress
Under the pouring rain,
She twirled around,
Raising her hands to the air.
Droplets fell onto her hair.
Barefooted as she started dancing,
Letting her hair free.
She's the girl in the rain.
The water numbed all her pain.
Her grief hidden behind a mask,
She lifted her eyes to the sky
And started to dance,
Throwing away all her sorrow.
She started to smile again.
She's the girl in the rain.
Nobody knows who she was.
No one knows where she came from.
All they knew, she was silent,
Like the wind in everyone's hair.
Soaked, wet, and cold,
Ignored, rejected, and unappreciated,
Like the roses in her hands,
Wilted and dead.
She let the rain fall onto her head.
She's the girl in the rain.
Everything was different
After she left.
All they could remember
Time and time again,
Silent from all her pain,
She was the girl in the rain.
Great piece. The poem touches me every time I read it. It exactly described my past experience.
Girl In The Rain
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with permission of the Author.
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