Rain, Rain
(Rain is wreaking havoc in our land due to depression formed in the Bay of Bengal)
Over me
a grey dappled
cloud ridden sky
no one yearns to gaze at
below me,
rushing rivulets
of water!
between,
needles of rain
that sings
to nobody
but pricking
every heart,
scripting tragic tales!
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May.11. 2022-05-11
Placed Fifth
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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