Hello loyal readers! Sorry about the long break. This is a new poem. It is based on a true story of what I heard in the morning of Feb 19th 2021. Hope you like it.
This Morning
This morning I woke up at three am
To the pounding rain and thunder
The lightning flashed in the sky,
The covers, I went under,
The rain started coming in waves,
And its ominous shadows skidded my dark room,
It didn’t stop it just coming,
I thought it was the beginning of my doom,
But then I thought of the burnt-sienna-grass,
Shriveled from winter cold,
I don’t like to see the grass this way,
Its sad and thirsty, brown and gold
The grass slurps the rain up and swallows it joyfully,
Regardless of its salty taste,
It takes each sip with a sigh of relief
Nice and happy-faced.
