Rain Day Poem by Beth Wilson
I stood on the curb of this flooded city.
Silently I watch the world drowning,
from the safety of my umbrella.
Pitter patter, pitter patter.
The rain drums endlessly down above my head.
The snaking chill pervades through my bloodstream.
The flowers in their earthy tubs droop under overbearing water, droplets sliding off their tender petals.
As the clouds sob uncontrollably,
I can feel my heart beat through my own skin.
I’m alone in this drowning world.
The rain does not stop, but my heart might.
I take a step forward, then another.
Soon, I’m walking listlessly through the mists,
my fleet spashing carelessly through every puddle.
I don’t know where I’m going…
but I know somewhere, anywhere, is better than this.
Beth Wilson is a student at Minarets enrolled in Digital Writing.
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