Storm clouds blanket the sky
Dark and gray, they come rolling by
Rain thrashes down, stinging my face
It hits me head on as I pick up the pace
Unforgiving, I’m soaked to the bone
“Come on legs, carry me home”
A glimmer of hope, sun rays shine bright
I walk out of the storm and skip into the light.
Copyright Chris Mackie 04/01/2007
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good poem with an important message. Ron