I love it when the clouds burst
And the sky starts to leak
Looking so free and pretty
While also being so bleak.
I love when the sky cries
Along with my melody
We understand our sadness
And it hides my tears for me.
I love when it beats mercilessly
Attacking all that's below
Stinging my skin with sharp pricks
And numbing my skin cold.
I love how graceful it descends
One drop at a time
How powerful they can become
When they all unite.
I love the rhythm it creates
The endless pitter patter
The collected puddles on the streets
As they splash and splatter.
I love it when the clouds burst
And the sky starts to leak
Drowning the world without mercy
As the world had drowned me.
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This is one of the poems that is going to be included in a series I plan on making. Two of the books are written as poetry, each in a different point of view while the last one would be written as... (A novel? Prose? Narrative? I'm not sure what the best word to use would be..)
This one is written from Scarlett's point of view. The three poems after this one will also be in her POV.
Are you a pluviophile like Scarlett?
Until next time,
Ade Alethra
YOU ARE READING
Early Stages
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of all the poems I wrote between the age bracket of 12 to 16. Though not in chronological order, let's see where the poetry writing journey has taken me.
