the rain falls and bounces off the ground
the splashing is a reoccurring steady beat
the puddles muffle the ongoing sound
each drop falls and touches the concrete
the distorted sounds of the drains flow
water glides down the sidewalks curb
each droplet captured, taken to the hole
the thunder, my thoughts it disturbs
the lightening flashed and awoken my sight
to the branches that laid across the street
a terrible storm passed by us last night
still that sound of rain is on constant repeat
the weather does not stop the ongoing day
I still had to leave and drive to my jobs place
the normal, “love you babe” I always say
It was the starting time I had to chase
the roads had its obstacles, I had to swerve
damage done to most houses I passed
this drive of mine, it strained my nerves
constant wiping of my windshield glass
into the parking lot I turned with glee
not the first to have arrived at the site
there was my boss with his large coffee
I am stuck here until tonight.
- Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 17th, 2024 04:48
- Category: Short story
- Views: 6
Comments1
A story that could be a metaphor as well. Great imagery in this write.
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