I am sitting in the shadows
with gray clouds hanging over me.
But I´m not afraid in the dark.
I don´t like the sun.
It´s burning our skin and the flowers.
No, I´m happy of being out of the light.
There it isn´t so hot.
I don´t like sweat...
I´m watching the clouds.
I´m awaiting the rain.
As the years were going by they became my friends.
Only sometimes I can see a little part of a blue sky.
It´s blinding me.
It doesn´t matter, that I´m under my cloud.
I really like it.
I swear!
Oh my god, when will this horrible cloud disappear? ? ?
Nadine Hock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-and-waiting/
