making no sound.
Raindrops whisper
through the clouds.
Clouds clash,
making light.
Sending rumbles
throught the night.
Rain splashes
on the glass,making my face
like a mask.
Light illuminates
all the trees.
Energy sparks
all through me.
Snap! Crash!
A tree now dies.
Split in half
by the sky.
Puddles fill,
shifting shape.
Raindrops slow,
full of grace.
The sun shines bright
through the clouds.
Shimmering mists
form around.
Children scream.
The storm blows away.
Then I ask,
"Can I go play?"
Rainboots splash
in puddles wide.
Robins futter, float,
and fly.
Sun goes through
the raindrops few.
Rainbows splatter in my eyes.
Many colors paint the sky.
2 comments:
Wow, the imagery. Dinah, this is amazing.
I like all of the colors, they were entertaining. Of course the poem was lovely too!
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