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Finally


For four days it rained

poured and pounded on the roof

and forced me to sleep

with thoughts unsettled and 

mind uncleared

 

I awoke to rumbles of thunder

twines of grey fog tickling the grass

dew clinging desperately to everything

evoking dread and discomfort

I sighed

 

Heavy steps guided me

to the front window, shielded with dark curtains

All time stops as I push them to the side

and there you are

a solemn figure.

 

Soaked to the brim

rain trails down your face

You knock on the door- 

twice-

no words

 

Flinging the door open, 

time starts again

and there are smiles

because you are home again

 

finally.

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Lizzbug163

I'm a senior in high school and I love the arts! I seem to have developed quite a fondness for poetry~

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