Sometimes it rains,
Inside my head,
Pattering rainfall,
That feeling of dread,
Like raindrops on water,
That ripple out wide,
Echoes in darkness,
Iām trying to hide.
*
Sometimes it thunders,
Inside my head
Electrical static,
With the volume on red,
Like warriors advancing
To a battle field cry,
And cavalry charging,
A relentless reply.
*
But sometimes the rain,
And the thunder are gone,
Replaced by the warmth,
And the heat of the sun.
Where a rainbow of colour,
Disperses the storm,
And my head fills with hope,
Not the memories I mourn.
beautiful… š
I’ve missed you. Got you back into my email though…don’t know how you got out of there! I had to unfollow and follow again…hope I am not confusing you with all of this. I love this these thoughts on brainstorms. Been having them a lot lately. Strange weather.
Hello stranger, hope you’re well, or better than the weather anyway x š
I really loved this…the last stanza is music!
Thank you š
This really spoke to me. Thank you.
Beautiful poetry that touches the heart. Thank you.
Blessings, Susan x
love the positive ending š a rainbow of hope.
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Beautiful, love it -:)!