After Nights Rains

It rains with the thunderbolt light,
It do scares me on dark black nights,
Everyone panic more or slight.

I scattered my face with the sheets,
And it smells feel me of the sweets,
But I will ever want this greets.

I was thinking about the dawn,
And the morning picture was drawn,
The wind breeze twisted all awn.

But everything just stops in rise,
And the sun yellow and blue skies,
Heat was scattered on my eyes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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