Overcast

Ruthie21


For the rain rockets down far too fast,
The umbrellas jump up as I walk past.
The clouds form into a gang,
For I feel like lightning will soon start to bang.

Children are unsettling the unsightly puddles,
As me and my younger sister, under our brolly, start to huddle.
But then I notice the homeless, hungry and poor,
It's them I feel sorry for.

  • Author: Ruthie21 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2016 14:57
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 23
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME RUTHIE ~ Thank you for a very elegant first poem. I love the contrast of you and your Sister almost enjoying the challenge of the rain and then your heart aching for the plight of the homeless ~ hungry and poor ! No umbrella for shelter and (in some cases) no roof for refuge ~ AWESOME ! Thanks for sharing and caring ~ Yours BRIAN.

    • Ruthie21

      Thank you for a lovely response Brian,
      I'm glad you read into it so much!
      Ruthie 🙂

    • Elegant_Style

      so cute with a very real, wonderful meaning!!! loved it and nicely written

    • Tony36

      Great write



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