Wet drops slide
The tips of their fingers
On the skin of my home.
It shudders
Holding fast against the wind
Rain drips on every side
The walls melt
Inside the heat rises
Cold air whips and blows
Against the cracks, the crevices
Water drops rush
This way and that
Hushhhhh shhhhhh
Floors groan
The warmth shivers
Pulling inwards still
Windows breath heavily
And open
Water rushes in
The air is drenched in sounds
Suddenly
The clouds descend
Really cool poem :) Especially the first bit,
ReplyDeleteWet drops slide
The tips of their fingers
On the skin of my home.
that was just amazing! The day when this happened it was realllly dark from my downtown location, and I thought it was so cool that I went outside to see what it was like and got soaked, and I didn't end up enjoying it so much :P. But it seems you were inspired to do something much more creative with it ;)