The Storm

A faint mysterious cloud rolls overhead.

Darkness comes along leaving room for regret.

 

Memories engulfed with tiny drops of rain,

Slowly warning this is no ordinary day.

 

Understanding the storm ain't quite simple,

Experts say it's inevitable.

 

Loud booming thunder added the intensity;

The storm now had its power of electricity.

 

The cloud, darkness, rain, and thunder 

is neither seen by one person or another.

 

It fails to exist so they say,

until that cloud rolls in again with more rain another day.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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