Another pouring rain,
A blurry vision,
Standing on steady ground.
A sun hiding beneath the clouds,
A crack of thunder as evening comes.
Dancing through it with an opposing grin,
Enjoying each lighting strike in the sky.
Fear is unknown in this storming mind,
Branches curl their fingers around her body,
Letting go losely to let her continue on.
Leaves brush past her,
Twirling through the air.
The raging storm follows her,
Day after day, wind after wind.
Comforting,
A hand to wipe away the tears.
And when the storm unwinds,
Its still in the back of her mind.
Author notes
I wrote this in a few minutes and it just happened that as soon as i started writing it a storm came lol.
right now i feel very attached this poem in so many ways.
the storm at my house is slowly passin but this poem remains. =]
Penny for your thoughts please and thank you. :)
Comments
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a very touching poem
remember that now matter how hard the storm rages, the mountain still remains untouched by its anger.
You have got to become that mountain
I enjoyed reading this piece, although it was painfully sad and dark. Yet I remain impressed by your writing skills.
Great job !
Phaethon
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I read this as i was having a storm at my house, its a very touching poem and comforting in a way to me. I love your poem.
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