Raindrops.
They are falling from the sky.
God is crying.
His large tears
on my window sill.
The heavy rain of spring
pounding
like lonely heavy hearts
showered with torment.
Raindrops.
They are falling from the sky.
I can't lie still.
The pitter-patter
like noisy chatter.
Sounds of restlessness
leaving me sleepless.
I ponder on the many thoughts
splashing onto my mind.
Raindrops.
They are falling from the sky.
Echoes of the night
Loudly silenced
by thunder and rain.
The night booms
with voices from above,
awakening my every
troubled nerve.
YOU ARE READING
The End Of Spring
PoésieA collection of my poetry works... Hope you are inspired... Feel free to read and comment...
