Rainstorm
by Briana Panseri
Silent, gray clouds swallow and suffocate a blue sky in a
Transition from golden to black;
Visions of the wind rolling through nature as
Emptiness settles in.
The whistle of the wind is the only sound as
It swirls to engulf the fall's warmth.
Rumbles of thunder radiate through the ground and into your soul.
The lonely streetlamp stands tall and brave as a savior;
It's just bright enough to outline the winding road ahead.
The cold, hard ground thickens with water with every step as
You begin to feel the rain.
Uneasiness and building culminate in the air as
Cool and warm swarm together;
You wait for the first bright flash but
Dare not blink in fear of missing the beauty of the thinning skyline;
It builds
Finally, a release when
Tears fall from the rage of the ongoing battle;
A calm has fallen upon the world as
Splashes of the deepening puddles begin to soak your legs;
You stand still,
Lift your head to the sky,
Close your eyes
And feel the rain drop on your skin. |
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