Imagination Of My Own

Endless Cycle

Soak...
Wet...
The lowest humidity
The leaves dangling off the pointed branch on the trees
Clouds covered the joy above
Leaving nothing but sorrow below
The drip of a drop echoes in the silence
The grating sound of the wind whispers
A song of the hollowing beat

Steady...
Soft...
The rain fell from heaven
Flooding hell with water
Pavements smear roughly with mud
With uncovered footprints buried in

Agitated...
Heavy...
The wind poured out its emotion
As cold as ice, out icy feelings it blows
Which cuts right through the freckles on the cheeks

Sad...
Lonely...
The sky seems to be
Unravelling two sides of itself
Masked behind the hidden face to conceal
Shadows peeks from objects far from reach
Alone the sky seems to be
If only it could only speak

Intense...
Sharp...
Brilliant electricity sparks into the cloud
Cracked open the endless sky
A strong resentment roars in the sky
Bombarding up like a bazooka
the actions made filled the land with terror
Thinking of how we mistreat the weather