The Girl Who Talks to Rain
She loves the gentle summer rains, And chats with moonbeams, shares her pains, She mingles with the trees and breeze, And whispers secrets to the seas. People call her an introvert; it's true, But with her chosen few, she's talkative through and through, She builds a wall that some can't cross, A barrier that some might call a loss. Is she being attitude, or just protective of her life? Guarding her heart from worldly strife, The girl who finds her company in nature's grace, And in a small, close circle's warm embrace. A stranger to the distant, bustling crowd, Her voice in solitude is clear and loud, She dances with the wind, she sings with streams, And lives within her quiet, private dreams. What do I think? I think she's wise, With open heart and thoughtful eyes, She knows where true connections lie, Beneath the vast and starry sky. So let her talk to the moon and rain, And in her inner circle, she'll remain, A playful soul, both wild and free, Exactly ...