A Dog in the Rain
Beneath the gray and weeping sky,
A little dog sits, his head held high.
Raindrops fall, cold and steep,
But he doesn’t bark, he doesn’t weep.
His fur is soaked, his paws are bare,
A lonely shadow in the chilly air.
His tail curls tight, his eyes forlorn,
A heart that aches, a soul worn.
The world rushes, too busy to see,
The sadness he wears so silently.
Yet in the storm, his spirit stays,
Dreaming of brighter, warmer days.
even the smallest, drenched in pain,
Holds hope beneath the pouring rain.
A wag, a bark, a chance to be found,
To feel love’s warmth, safe and sound.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (4)
A dog in the rain is so sad and they always look so pitiful. Good job.
So soothing that was.
Sad little face lol
Aww so sweet!