Last night the thunder roared
And the lighting lit the sky
Like a play in a shadowed theatre
The rain feel with biblical pretensions
And you slept through it all
I woke and watched the performance
Wondered at the beauty of nature,
It's cruelty and it's ignorance of us all
How can you be the most
Important thing in the world
But the rain doesn't know it?
YOU ARE READING
Semicolon
PoetrySemicolon - Where the author could've ended the sentence but decided to keep going. The author is you and the sentence is your life.
