I Write Bad Poetry
Under pressure from the air
Clouds bleached to almost opaque
Pregnant with rain
Wildlife on the run
Home, scurry home
Wind's tempest begins
As clouds darken
Sun obscured in part
Rain, like a pitter patter
Of cat's feet on a tin roof
Humidity too high to count
Zing of a lightning strike
And boom, boom, boom
Goes the thunder
Clouds bleached to almost opaque
Pregnant with rain
Wildlife on the run
Home, scurry home
Wind's tempest begins
As clouds darken
Sun obscured in part
Rain, like a pitter patter
Of cat's feet on a tin roof
Humidity too high to count
Zing of a lightning strike
And boom, boom, boom
Goes the thunder
Age:
51-55
,
Male
2
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