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 who she's meant to be.

She loves the pitter-patter sound,
Where peace and solitude are found,
With nature as her closest friend,
On her, the world's noise doesn't depend.

She's not aloof, just selective in her trust,
In quiet moments, she feels robust,
A wall that's not for keeping out,
But for knowing what her life's about.

So is it attitude or care?
A balance delicate and rare,
She's playful in her own sweet way,
Greeting each brand new day.

With rains that wash the world so clean,
And moon that casts a silver sheen,
She's happy in her chosen sphere,
Where love and laughter are sincere.