WHEN IT RAIN, IT POURS
Thunder roared aloud in the sky,
Lightning cracks also came flashing by,
Dark clouds formed heavily like something huge was coming,
The rain of memories was about to pour down and do some storming.
The sky gave way for the rain to break,
Memories poured down heavily with a lot at stake,
The wind of changes ravaged around like a fearsome twister,
Minds have been sent back in time like a search engine made to filter.
The rain kept pouring down nonstop,
Memories in their strides kept popping up,
Loud roar of the thunder made possible the reality checks at intervals,
Different memories revived contradicted one another to become bitter rivals.
Good memories made the ferocious thunderclaps feel like nothing,
The bad ones felt like a meal with no seasoning,
With sting cells more potent than that of a bee,
The bad part of the rain pierced through the soul like a demon on killing spree.
You can’t escape your rain of memories no matter how hard you try,
Your past life would pour down on you like the sky is having a cry,
The rain of memories would always come in to play,
Your past events would always pop up when it pours down again in the form of an unexpected replay.
Temitope Omotoso
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BLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE
PoezjaBLASPHEMY OR INJUSTICE is a poetry collection about rare opinions on the reality, truth, and fiction surrounding the mysterious existence of life. As the author of this masterpiece, my theoretical knowledge explains my comprehension on the highs and...
