“Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.”

Just admire her heart you don’t have to necessarily understand it.

It’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.

Home is you, me and, the road with books for life.

Love looks good on you never let them make you feel otherwise.

Just look at the sun who leaves with a smile so his love could shine.

In this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.

If I were to die and become the star I would just twinkle to see you all the time.

You remind me of a poem I always wanted to write but never had the words to do so.

A river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.

Speak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.

you are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.

Her smile is sunshine on a loud winter afternoon.

We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.

She spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.

You have always been this beautiful long before they came and noticed.

Most of the things he did were naive but he read books and he sure loved her right.

If love is rain ours is always pouring.

Rain over me. I’ll still set like the sun for you.

We all wish to live. We all seek a world in which men are freed of the burdens of ignorance, poverty, hunger and disease. And we shall all be hard-pressed to escape the deadly rain of nuclear fall-out should catastrophe overtake us.

I’m the only fire that can live in the rain.

I’m simply a wildflower unaware of where I’ve come from, but allow me some sun and rain and see me bloom.

A house built on granite and strong foundations, not even the onslaught of pouring rain, gushing torrents and strong winds will be able to pull down.

A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.