Myfanwy's Poem

When it rains

The sky cries,

the tears plunge down for

what seems like a lifetime.

Still pools form,                          

her reflection mirrored                                           

in front of her

hazy,

she peels away damp hair

plastered to her face.

Lightning lashes

out a second of

light.

The trees shudder.

Water flows from the

surface                                                 

fleeing to the drain.

The wind murmurs quietly ,

a blast of cold air comes at her

it’s touch making her shiver.

she turns her head up

and watches the clouds,

waiting.

                                                                

myfanwy