Drip.
A single
drop of rain
falls from the sky.
Flying to the ground,
doesn't make a sound.
Pitter-patter, his friends
join him, as the sky grows dim.
Ground now wet, clouds relieved
of their moisture, wind changing
the pattern of the pitter-patter.
Splatters in the air that the crisp
thunder fills, atmosphere
at last alive in this
beautiful storm.
Drop.
leo
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quotes + poetry
Poetry" one day i'd like to paint the perfect sunset, if i only could find the words." by; lilly + leo
