The storm is slowly moving over here,
The wind is whistling and going through my spine,
At night the darkness is coming closer and near,
Their chills are just about as bad as mine.
The rain is dripping down my soaking chin,
The wet concrete is splashing water outside,
My fear is tingling up and down my skin,
And look at those kids going down the slide.
I calmly open my eyes to see if it's clear,
The warmth I feel is oh so very nice,
The sun above looks like a glowing sphere,
So bright and warm is what the rays entice.
I know that everything is going to be alright,
And now it's starting to back to the night.
I really like your description of the rain falling down. Making its way from the sky slowly down to the ground and then it starting over again.
ReplyDeleteThat was a good poem. I liked the description you included to describe your surroundings.
ReplyDeleteGreat job! I liked the smooth transition from going from dark and scary to happy and calm.
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