Cold Day

by Brooke   Feb 22, 2008


Waking up
I find myself cold
a shiver runs down my spine
as I glance out the window

All I see is gray
as I curl up tighter in bed
the faint sound of rain overhead
calls me back to sleep

Before I know it, I'm sitting in class
wishing I were anywhere else
the teacher hands back the tests
giving me a barely passing score

At the sound of the bell
I rush out of the room
feeling more miserable than ever
only to be greeted by the cold rain

I stumble about aimlessly
as I get soaked by the rain
with not a care in the world of how I looked
for this day couldn't possibly be worse

My mind is blank
as I push through the crowd
then I glance up
and find myself standing in front of a familiar face

The effect is immediate
as he smiles at me
my whole day turns around
and realize that the day is not so bad

He takes me out of the rain
and pulls me into his arms
and in that moment I have one thought:
how could this have been a bad day at all?

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