Caught in a rain storm,
My heart races with fear
As thunder booms around me.
The rain pours so hard,
My clothes are soaked through.
My shoes squelch with every step.
My hair sticks to my face
As I search for shelter,
But there's nowhere to hide.
The wind howls past me
As I stumble along,
Trying to reach safety.
Finally I find cover,
A small, dry place,
And I can rest for a while.
The thunder eventually fades,
And the rain begins to slow.
I can continue on my way.
Comments
This sounds...
very much like a Haiku, I would love to see it expressed as one. Very well done, by the way. ~ Geez.
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Caught In A Rainstorm
Hello, Clentin,
I love the simplicity of this - it's very tangible. You bring the reader into your personal physical experience with the rainstorm. All the stanzas are three lines except the first - I wonder if the first line of the first stanza is necessary.
I think this is a favorite among your poems!
L
Thanks for your help. I think
Thanks for your help. I think you were right about the first line. I edited it.
Thanks again
This paints a vivid mental
This paints a vivid mental picture. I can mentally picture someone trudging through the rain to find shelter. But it always reminds me of how we have to keep pressing toward in our lives when we're in a storm. Great work!
Thank you for your comments.
Thank you for your comments. There are different types of storms we endure. I was thinking of just a normal reaction to a storm.
Again, thankyou