The way the sky is gloomy and blue today.
It’s cold the wind is moving slow.
Time seems to have stopped.
It’s an ordinary day
There is dead silence.
The wind is picking up but yet the trees don’t want to move.
Rain is coming, you can see it in the sky.
Dark blue covers the sky.
The wind picks up, trees shake but yet rain refuses to fall.
Clouds leave to another part of the sky.
Sun breaks through and pours onto the ground.
It feels warm like the first summer breeze.
Everyone gets up and leaves.
Time to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mother Nature has wonderful new stories to tell and they are never the same. Great descriptions in this poem. A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn