Thursday, March 29, 2007

Anonymous Amateur poetry

Gazing upon the dreary sky,
with the hope that rain will come.
The scent of dew filling the air,
and moisture building on my skin.

Lightning brightly veined and clear,
lighting the water before me.
Thunder hammering in my ears,
shaking the ground around me.
Seeing a single drop of rain
as it ripples through the water.

Suddenly feeling the powerful torrent
drenching my hair and clothing.
Overwhelmed by current surroundings,
pausing in the midst of the rain.
Gazing at the sky once more,
thanking the clouds above me.


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