the rain

I'm not sure when I wrote this but I think it was junior high (1989-1991)

It smeared my clear glass window pane,
you know that stuff...
The Rain

It began to make my vision blurry,
children scurry, in a hurry
to get away from...
The Rain

It dripped down,
barely making a sound
as it hit the ground...
The Rain

Now as I watch, It disappears
along with all the children's fears
and to my eyes they come, the tears
because I miss...
The Rain