Fri, 11/25/2016 - 13:44 -- Amoo V

The wet soil crunches with every drop of water that pellets the ground.

Leaves bend to make way for the pouring force from the sky.


Thundering above the ground,-

Booming with loud claps of sound and light,-

Rain falls, never seeming to break at all.


The Earth takes it all in, the pain and the agony from the harsh force.

But the rain's fury dies just as quickly as it arises.


Reigning in the absence of thunder,-

Harmonizing the tunes of the Earth and the Sky,-

Tranquility reigns, singing melodic hymns of peace.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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