8) Rain
The rain falls hard,
Its droplets wet and cold
It has dampened the whole yard
Yet it is still going strong and bold.
No a soul in sight
Thunder, lightning, their sounds scare,
The living hide in fright.
Stroking my face, tangling my hair,
is harsh, chilly air.
The dark clouds clash together,
The rain pours faster, the fog gets thick,
Worsening the already bad weather.
The clock ticks, Tick, tock Tick,
Yet It's a never ceasing, never ending,
Storm of fierce rain,
While the night is descending.
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Shadow
PoetrySo there is a creature... black, dark, formidable... a Shadow. I write all the poems I make up in this book. This is a collection of dark and delightful poems. Hope you enjoy.
