Water patters down my window
In a rhythmic tune
The winds start to howl
I see all the blue
No, it's not the sky
Or gentle bluebirds
It's the thunder, lighting, and sadness
Coming in a big storm
My emotions are the tornadoes
My tears the rain
Wanting to come into the warmth
Of your embrace
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Poems
PoetryJust a book of poems that extends an empathetic and sympathetic part of myself.
