I wrote a poem,

The red brolly

The rain trickles down my window,
Its times like these that I feel low,
I see the rushed hurry in and out of my veiw,
Some moving faster than a kangaroo,
I feel my will to live seep out of my body,
Yet I see a girl with a red brolly,
She is young and small and full of life,
Probely living with out a touch of strife,
She dances in the rain,
Showing no signs of pain,
She is dancing,
She is prancing,
I feel myself become happier,
I feel like I want to dance with her,
My will to live is back into my body,
I want to thank the girl with the red brolly,