Rain of Thinking

The rains tipping down 

Telling twisting my nerves.

Telling me to breathe in and inhale.

Inspiring me to tip toe my feet and dance.

But I’m here, scribbling all this. 

Doodling, thinking. 

Over thinking! 

Singing my own world. 

Ain’t perfect. 

That’s what I resist,

But I play always. 

Let me be fine oh! Rain. 

Let me be free again. 

Β© ritikapeace πŸ’™

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