rain – Simon A Jackson

Raindrops

Falling downTo the groundWind rushing pastSeems so fastAir is a buzzFilled with usThen we splatterSpit and clatterThe driving soundIs all aroundRun and formPuddles in the stormRest where we landNo surface is bandWe are the rainComing down again

Storm

Rain on the window paneDark clouds have come againLashing down on all that’s belowEverything continues on thoughAs the water pools and gathersCreating new temporary riversFilled with life that will thriveEven once the storm subsidesWhile the winds howls awaySnapping at the long decayColumns topple to the groundMaking an enormous soundBut most resist against the gustRefusing toContinue reading “Storm”