Running In The Rain Poem by I Am Rebel

Running in the rain
Free and wild
Pounding across the earth
Supple and graceful

Rain is lashing down
Still, he runs
He sees bright lights and cringes
Powerful and majestic

Racing an unseen enemy
Galloping, can't stop
Soaked through to the skin
Lean and strong

Rain dashed against his face
Rippling muscles gleam
Wind howling through the trees
At the peak of his fitness

Then he stops, panting
On a hill. Suddenly
Hit by lightning
Charred and lifeless

A young male on the run
Exiled by his father
Full-grown mane once golden
Wasted by youthful ignorance