Pefect Weather

The Rain is pouring,
My Heart is popping,
And my mind is zoning,
Every drop counts.
Even those that don’t make it.
The sun is gone.
It feels like the sky is falling.
The clouds get darker.
Looking mean and angry,
Is this Tears or rain Drops?
Do i need a cloth or a dry mop?
The water is filled with pain.

Pretoria Poetry Club.

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