Droplets rippled on the ground,
People cowering in fear;
There's no trace of them around,
Not during that time of year.
Streets were empty, houses packed,
As the rain was pouring down;
The drops having the impact
Of creating a ghost-town.
No one wanted to go out
And suffer the awful fate
Of being burnt, without doubt,
By the rain the clouds create.
Once a joy, but now a curse,
The drops falling from the sky
Had become something far worse
Than they could exemplify.
And to be even more twisted,
They had done it with their hands;
It was something they inflicted
On themselves and on the lands.
Now the nature paid them back,
In the form of pouring rain;
Acid drops that would attack,
Burning them and causing pain.
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Poems
PoetryI don't know how many people do read poetry but I'm going to give it a shot and post some of the poems I wrote. They're not that good since I actually like writing stories over poems but still what could could go wrong, right? :)) Anyway I hope you...
