Waiting in the Rain Poem, by Eeva , at My poetic side

Seconds turn to minutes,

And minutes turn to hours,

Waiting in the chilling rain,

A shiver runs down my spine.

Under a black umbrella,

The rain slashes on the material,

The wind picks up quickly,

As I stand near a knotted tree.

The white glow high up above me,

Makes shadows dance and play,

The clouds are swirling above,

The moon fighting its way through.

I hear the sound of tires,

The lights are blindingly bright,

Hope rises through my body,

But the car has no signs of stopping.

The car splashes in a puddle,

The cold water runs down my skin,

My umbrella is useless and broken,

So I close it up, letting the rain soak through my skin.

Sepala Weliwitigoda September 15th, 2017 11:08
A good poetic expression of the rain and the words helps the reader to imagine what you had to endure. I think that’s good poetry. Thanks
Tony36 September 15th, 2017 12:03
Great write

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