Great brief poem!
Abruptly,
water gushes
from the sky.
I
hear the storm
drops too loud.
Wind
creeps cold on
my skin.
Thunder
slits these soft,
small ears.
The
streets are too
wet, I can’t run.
2015
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Great brief poem!
Abruptly,
water gushes
from the sky.
I
hear the storm
drops too loud.
Wind
creeps cold on
my skin.
Thunder
slits these soft,
small ears.
The
streets are too
wet, I can’t run.
2015
