Abruptly,
water gushes
from the sky.
I
hear the storm
drops too loud.
Wind
creeps cold on
my skin.
Thunder
slits these soft,
small ears.
The
streets are too
wet, I can’t run.
2015
Abruptly,
water gushes
from the sky.
I
hear the storm
drops too loud.
Wind
creeps cold on
my skin.
Thunder
slits these soft,
small ears.
The
streets are too
wet, I can’t run.
2015
Reblogged this on mzs28 and commented:
Amazing
Short and snappy.
Yeah Iramani 🙂 Thanks for visiting my blog again 🙂
nice poem chester, can i request to make poem about feeling blue? 😀
Thanks Winnymarch! 🙂 Oh, feeling blue like sadness or emptiness? 🙂
both
Fabulous!
thanks! 🙂
Reblogged this on transandnewishtobeingjewish and commented:
Great brief poem!
This so good, man! The rain can be such an inspiration huh?
Thanks! Yeah, I guess the rain can either inspire or despair 🙂
Great imagery. Love it!
thanks! 🙂