Outside and Undry

The rain begins to fall.  

Bees return to their hives up tall. 

Ants scurry to their complex halls. 

Birds in their migrations stall. 

The lightning flashes across the sky. 

Squirrels scurry, their nerves awry. 

Dogs begin to whimper and cry. 

Kids seek cover, fear in their eyes. 

But I am outside, letting the rain fall, 

Letting the lightning call. 

While some attempt to stay dry, 

I am one word: alive.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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