Love's a lie

The Downpour

Soaked to the bone

Shivering from the cold

Puddles forming

The downpour starts

Children playing

And hurried steps

Umbrellas open

Rain pelting down

Tear filled eyes

And melting down

The downpour alters

The laughing falters

Playful smiles

Clothes soaked piles

Warming fires

Broken wires

Children yawning

Parents longing

The downpour settles

Like tea in kettles

The skies now dark

The trees are crack

The downpours gone

But not for long.

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Here we are a new poem again as I promised.   I hope you like it.

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chelsie meade.