This Morning

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.