i could not find a good enough title for this poem, any suggestions.
|The boom, shatter, flashing light
The pitter patter of rain on my window
Does it represent his pain
How sad he is
That after all he gives us
We still can't find happiness
solve our own problems.
If the rain represents his pain
Does the lighting and the thunder
reprsent his anger toward all of us
What could he be mad at.
Maybe it's not all, but just some of us
The ones who cause others pain
And yet I wonder does it rain, thunder, and lighting
Where they are.
Can they hear his cry
For us to do better, make the world he gave
us a better place
As the rain drops hit the window harder
I listen for the message he trys to send us all
But my ears
My poor poor ears are death to it.
Maybe his voice is in the rolling thunder
or his face mouths the words in the flashes of lighting.