EOBKY

The rain patters against my window. I grab my umbrella and go for a walk, closing the door quietly. I open up my umbrella.   I hear the wind in my ear, I look around the familiar streets to see children crying. 'Cause they have no mommas or papas. I tell them it'll be alright, I buy them a piece of bread. A man sits in the darken ally, his face sad, he's wet and cold. He ask people for money,but no one looks. I give the poor man 50 dollar. He says "Thank you, thank you." I say " your welcome." I walk through the pouring rain. Hoping to see the bright side, to see happy faces. A little bird fell out of its nest. A boy comes and fe