Spring
Torrential downpours batter the awning
Above my bedroom during early spring
Tip, tap the water collects and drains from
The downspout to the black, impervious road;
Far in the distance are ominous skies;
Thunder crashes loudly and lightning strikes,
Hurling concise bolts through the hazy gloom;
The wailing wind fires volleys of pure hell,
Gusting and swirling and uprooting trees;
I wish the rain away like the rhyme says,
But chaos reigns and lingers in this place;
I yearn for the pleasant, penetrating
Rays of the golden sun to appear now;
Alas! It has forsaken us today,
But there is always hope for tomorrow!
Copyright © Zach Zu | Year Posted 2021
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