the sharp scent of something i can't identify.
the rain's slicing drops
thunder's raucous cry
lightning's quick answer.
i close my eyes.
my cheeks are wet
my book is soaked
my mug has fallen to the ground.
i breathe.
i suck in the humid air,
the taste of grass
essence of summer.
the cup shatters.
my leg is bleeding
my tea is spilling
my shirt is stained.
but it's alright.
i'll survive.
the rain's slicing drops
thunder's raucous cry
lightning's quick answer.
i close my eyes.
my cheeks are wet
my book is soaked
my mug has fallen to the ground.
i breathe.
i suck in the humid air,
the taste of grass
essence of summer.
the cup shatters.
my leg is bleeding
my tea is spilling
my shirt is stained.
but it's alright.
i'll survive.
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Flowerdragon
Aug 18, 2019
This is a really intriguing poem. I think I'll come back to this in the future at some point. The concept of a summer storm bringing the promise of life is very unique, and I absolutely love the phrase "Thunder's raucous cry - lightning's quick answer". I can kind of see the emotion presented here, but all in all I really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing. :)