The Broken

One day in Spanish class, we had to write poems about the rain. This is the English version of my poem.

Boom. Crack. Flash.

The day is night with the sky as dark as death.

Lightning lights the sky and thunder shakes the house.

The babies fall asleep to the pitter patter of the rain.

Angels cry the rain we see.

The tears of angels heals the souls of the broken.

Wait, I must go outside and wash my sins away.

Join me because we are all broken.

The End

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