I found myself in a world that forever rains
unending drops of cold fall
take away any warmth I had, when I stood tall
the unfolding dark fog stings, my eye strains
the road gets slippery, lonely
my only thought is to get home, solely
as I am drenched, desolate, weary
Not a welcoming door is in sight
to pull me away from this hopeless plight
I look up at the enraged skies, weak
ignoring hard pellet stings on soft cheek
alas! up high in a grey dark cloud
two rays of sunlight pierce through
like two gold spears thrown by mighty sun
I feel as if I am five again
fascinated as I watch a battle in the sky
and I can tell who won his reign
so many white flags up high?
no, its just the clearing clouds. Amen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just had to do one about the weather. so random, yet awesome!