Nature's Tears

A poem I wrote on a stormy day. It's not very good - I wrote it quickly.

Watching from afar the waterlogged streets

Raindrops landing, pitter-pat, by my feet

A fine mist of water filling the air

Wind rustling leaves and blowing my hair

Storm drain clogged, the street overflowed

Trees bent, limbs broken, because of the blow

Carnage everywhere, the trash of the storm

Found in every imaginable form

Nature's tears, in sheets of rain

Clouds rendering every color quite plain

No umbrella, no boots, no coat of any sort

Watching the raindrops frolic and cavort

Only I venture in weather so gray

As day turns to night, and night turns to day.

The End

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