The sun gives way to clouds
gray skies absorb the light
its chilly and I doubt
the sun will win the fight
A raindropp bombs the ground
a signal to the rest
their target has been found
to dry earth rain is blessed
The birds wont fly today
they fear the coming storm
where once they'd fly and play
a dismal sky is formed
In thunder's loud reply
a lightning bolt explodes
the flash catches my eye
it strikes beside the road
the gray and angry air
is swirling up above
i look but it's not there
no sign of hopes white dove
Nice job expressing the ominous feeling when a storm is approaching. I especially liked the lightening's flash catching your eye. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exelent write, such emotion portaying words well done