Wet Dream
There I stand as the sky gets darker
with clouds.
The rain starts to fall and the thunder gets
louder and the lighting gets brighter,
but yet I will not move.
The wind starts to get stronger.
The trees are falling down and things are
blowing in the air,
but yet I will not move.
The storm is here and it brings
hail with it,
but yet I will not move.
I look up to the sky and he can see my
tears, and he knows I have no fear.
The storm passes by and the sun comes out
and shines over me and I hear a alarm.
Then I wake up to realize it was all just a
dream.
Copyright © Serenity Arizola | Year Posted 2010
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