Face The Storm Poem by Boston Kelley

Face The Storm



There I was, walking along the path,
fully enveloped in the sun's bright rays.
Suddenly, thick, black clouds rolled
in behind me, overwhelming the sunny day.
I fell to my knees, unable and unwanting
to rise, letting the storm batter me with rain.
I rose, dashing toward the part of the sky
that had not been taken over by the storm.
It was a foolish thing, for the storm had
already gotten a head start.
So, there I sat, with raindrop after raindrop,
pattering me, turning my warm skin cold.
My mind drifted from the rain into the deep
recesses of my subconscious.
Only then did the storm disperse and
the sunny day came back to me.

Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts
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Boston Kelley

Boston Kelley

Fayetteville, Arkansas
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