
Rain hits the window
a small drumming of fingers
tap, tap, tap, tap
taptaptaptaptap
listening to the wind whisper
and chide the trees, the leaves
in a chorus yelling in protest.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs

Rain hits the window
a small drumming of fingers
tap, tap, tap, tap
taptaptaptaptap
listening to the wind whisper
and chide the trees, the leaves
in a chorus yelling in protest.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina