As I lay down to go to sleep
Rain drops that hold weight tap at my window sill
Laying awake the thunder roar as I sit still
Enjoying the weather although it remains in the outer
My inner hope desires for it to rain longer
While others wait for the sky to clear up
I'm longing for a longer forecast
The rain is the result of my tears
The pain I feel deep inside brought forward the urge to thunder
Cutting off all the switches
But my power still stands
In relation with myself
I feel like the rain queen
Queen modjadji
Staring at my reflecting image
The window glass hit me back
The lighting bolts express how the world been feeling
Hearing the sound of rain make me think about my past life
The shatters from the glass darted through my room as the thunder hit
Now I'm up standing alone being guided by a flash light
The flash brought the glass fragments to my glasses frames
Trying to figure out the meaning of the action
Demanding too not be mislead by my thoughts
I follow up with my intuition
Glancing at the birds afloat
lead to the swaying of their wings into the wind
The apples on the fruit tree honor the ground
They can relate to my indifferent feelings
Although they tend to blend
Lying down my body crash into the mattress
Waiting to hear the rain drops and thunder
Again and again
Even the rain drops can stand a chance against the storm
If the forecast was decided I'll choose for the ground to be met with the tears of the well
Washed from the face of earth
my flesh and spirit is in depth
Me and the weather shall meet and greet before the next day began
YOU ARE READING
The Rain Queen
PoetryLife can be misleading. Perhaps you may think the rain is pouring from "its" heart or of tears of "joy". In reality, the weather is connected to the mixed emotions that I feel from my core. The apples fall afar from the tree to make amends to the pe...
