Raindrops softly pitter-patter,
the light is scattered.
The landscape disrupted by little droplets,
the white noise sounds its own trumpets.
The sky is gray,
the beginning of May.
The sighs of children seemingly fill the air.
Adults with umbrellas.
Water splashing up on the feet of the young, the old, and those in between.
The water pools in the streets,
the sun deletes.
Rainbows appear and fill the sky.
The brightness returns,
It's now alright.
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Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
