The Plights Of The Sky Poem by Emmanuel Damilola Adeyemo

The sky is in sorrow
Like a knight hit by an arrow.
Her pains is so profound
Like a lame man crawling on the ground.
Her pale face still looks dry
But she’s well saturated to cry.
Very soon tears will roll down her checks
Like a little baby so sick.
In a way to show her plights,
She vividly sulks with flashes of lights.
These she seconds with thunders that sounds like hurricane
Leaving a feeling that drives us insane.
The sky has become so blue,
A obvious clue.
Under our shelters we all glued
As we wait for the rain to rule.