rain

* in honor of my 6th grade writing teacher and the writing exercises we once did and memories of conversations in the lbc.


rain

sounds like fingers tapping on a castle tin roof


rain

tastes like the end of a duracell battery


rain

smells like green soft grass freshly mown


rain

feels like pin pricks to the skin that do not pierce but spread


rain

looks like thin lines running down a page.



-- www.thursdaypoems.blogspot.com

kim thompson friday 10 september 2010 14.09 seoul korea