The air is warm ,
and filled me greed,
the grass ;is singing,
the trees are swaying,
The clouds are grey,
with dried out glee,
the dull light,
through the windows peak,
the horrid sound,
and it'll make the sheds cracks leak,
this time of day,
we knew was coming,
from the thunder,
and lightnings warning,
it shouts and roars,
across the smug sky,
and sends us hiding,
no good sleep tonight,
we wish for morning,
as it sprinkles,
and soon it falls,
light at first ,
then pours outside the walls,
I can always say,
that I hate,
And wish would go away,
this time of day,
because it rains.
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Lyrical Poems
PoetryI write everything, from dark to romance. This book will have it all. I really hope you enjoy, cx