You know a storm is coming
You see it in the sky
You try to run for shelter
As you know it’s nearby
Your safety now is futile
As home evades your grasp
You run towards it but only find
The storm now has you clasped
You cry for help and struggle
As the clouds begin to mist
You plead to the sky, but however you cry
You’re helpless to resist
The drizzles start and gather
As thunder rolls around you
You clasp your ears, and yet you hear
The sounds that now confound you
You give in as the thunder claps
And lightning starts to flash
And now you know the flood has come
You wake a bit to find the sun
But now, you’ve left its warmth and light
And then a bolt does strike your heart
And turns you into ash
My apologies for the late upload. I was rather busy yesterday. However, if you liked this poem, please promote me by locking people out during rainstorms and only letting them in when they follow my blog.
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