the coppery scent of rain permeates my cloths
water drips down my brow
into my eyes
the heels of my shoes begin
to sink into the mud
and slide on the damp pavement
the sky booms like a drum
as if it flicked a switch
the rain turns into a storm
leaving a whisper of a once-sunny day
a whisper of light
now
it is gone.
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Broken Symphonies
PoetryA collection of sonnets and free verse, among other styles of poetry.
