this downpour, a dreary dark sky, more, a thunderstrike,
ground swells underfoot, feels spongy, wet like mush,
flood warning, dont panic dont rush
village drowning, sinking, the river rising, an ominous oppressive wave,
as the heavens open again, a great torrent falls afresh, intense, mood now grave,
knee deep in murky, dirty water, dark grey blue in colours,
thoughts pushing by like debris, under its clouded hidden covers,
two days now, will this ever end, a depressive rage fills me again
the feeling of loneliness has grown, with each single drop of rain,
the dark clouds overhead begin to lighten,
a glint of sun breaking through near the horizon,
The rains begin to slow, ground clears as my mood begins to grow.
A desire to rise higher, to see the greens coming through,
to feel the suns beams anew,
to dry up the sodden ground, dry out the rain, to clear my head again.
thank you for reading.
kyle(the dripping wet poet)
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