She rains down on me,
Her tears sad and cold,
Me a lonely old rock
I long for her to hold.
Now flashing lightning,
I slowly start to understand
She’s stuck in the clouds,
I am stuck here on land.
She lets her thunder roar.
Screaming out her pain,
Echoing her heartbreak,
As I sit here letting it rain.
Wrapping me in her wind,
Teasing me with her smell.
This, the closest we can be
I love her, can't you tell?
The prompt for this week is too write a poem about a storm from the perspective of a rock. The rock could be a boulder on top of a mountain, or it could be a pebble on the bottom of a stream, or something else. Its up to you. Remember, be creative!
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