The storm clouds appear,
The rain begins to fall.
Our words fall between the drops.
Becoming wet, shimmering beautifully.
we're caught in the storm.
Lightening strikes at the sound of thunder.
Your voice gets louder.
Selfish in need to be heard.
As there’s no reason to be upset.
The smell of rain lingers on.
The wind blows irate.
Lifting shingles from the houses that surround.
Trash from the street floats down to the drainage ditch
at the end of the street.
I become quiet.
Hearing the sound of the last bolt of thunder
echoing through the nook of houses.
To no avail.
Lightening pierces the sky again.
For all to see.
The Thunder, mighty in force.
booms down.
Covering us in light.
The rain continues to cover us.
Cleasening us of all wrong doing,
But still,
Your voice could be heard in a violent rage
As there’s no reason to be upset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem