As I walk through my neighborhood,
I smell sweet drops of rain.
They fall slowly, and ricochet
Off my shoulder, down my arm.
The dirt begins to surrender
Itself to the water.
I hear the rain pick up,
And it begins to pour.
Massive raindrops fall, leaving
Tiny waves in the muddy puddles.
As I look around, I see
Branches slowly swaying with
The light gusts of wind.
I see a worm, coming up for air,
Leaving it’s flooded city behind.
And I see the sun…
Revealing itself shyly, as if it’s embarrassed.
She brings with her the most vibrant rainbow.
The perfect apology.
I smell sweet drops of rain.
They fall slowly, and ricochet
Off my shoulder, down my arm.
The dirt begins to surrender
Itself to the water.
I hear the rain pick up,
And it begins to pour.
Massive raindrops fall, leaving
Tiny waves in the muddy puddles.
As I look around, I see
Branches slowly swaying with
The light gusts of wind.
I see a worm, coming up for air,
Leaving it’s flooded city behind.
And I see the sun…
Revealing itself shyly, as if it’s embarrassed.
She brings with her the most vibrant rainbow.
The perfect apology.
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ShanRippWriting
May 03, 2019
I can really see myself experiencing this poem!
Shannon Ripp