As the flakes of water splattered down on the ground,
The wind made a howling wolf sound.
With a blue umbrella, I leaped down the street.
A black cloak and black boots surrounded my feet.
The frogs in the swamp started to have a peak,
And the roads were empty, even the vehicles were in a deep sleep.
The blasting wind started turning into gale,
And the buildings stood drowned, dull and pale.
There was no light peaking, no curtain wide open,
Nothing seemed to be alive, nothing, I was hoping.
Even the sun didn't have enough courage to start this gloomy day,
And the ground hid itself, with a sticky substance clay.
Time was too tired to run, too tired to even take a step,
And the ponds showed off to the trees, their new drowning depth.
It was just me who could control, control yawning,
And I checked the time, "Oh it's 3 AM in the morning?"
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I was quite proud of this one when I was little!
How you ever experienced rain at night?
My age when writing this - 11
The year this was written - 2020
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PoetryAn anathology of the many poems written by Siyona Paliwal now archieved in the British Library. Stated in a chronological order are the poems of a growing writer with tales full of heart and meanings as deep as the sea. Discover yourself while you d...
