Waves of rain
pour down
from the sky,
hammering on
the windows.
The hazy grey
night sky is
free of clouds
yet the rain
still falls. Barren
trees glisten
under the
full moon, coated by
heavens tears. The grass
is matted and the
soil soaks the water
in like a sponge.
Tongues of
Spidery
lightning
flash
across the sky
and the ear splitting
cracks and rolls of
cracks and rolls of
thunder are all that
can be heard.
can be heard.
plants and trees
bend to the will
of the forceful
wind, chilling
and cold. How
greatly the world changes
under heavy clouds, and despite it all,
I find that beauty is uncovered
in this thunder storm.
Love it! I've never been very good at shape poetry and so I also appreciate it when someone is. My only suggestion (and this is personal taste only) is on your last line. Maybe say "the thunderstorm" instead of "a thunderstorm". Using "the" personifies it a bit better and gives the feeling you are talking about this one special event rather than just any old rainy day. =) Either way, I still love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the tip! 'The' does make more sense. (:
ReplyDeleteYou're quite talented
ReplyDeleteThank you. (:
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