The sky was awoken tonight
Claps of thunder, flashes of light.
Gentle rain turning to a pour.
Animals run to find cover,
young child screams for her mother.
The ground can not take any more,
puddles are starting to be formed.
By daylight life will have been mourned,
The force of the storm at my door.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Different Poetry forms
De TodoAn attempt at Than-Bauk poems I hope and other poetry forms.
