The feelings rush
when lightning dashed,
A poem is ought to make
but there's no pen to take.
Remember the thought
Before it drifts away.
The clouds fought,
thunders had something to say.
As the dark clouds fade,
the unwritten words were washed away.
I'll wait until a thuderstorm come,
Until then.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
The feelings rush
when lightning dashed,
A poem is ought to make
but there's no pen to take.
Remember the thought
Before it drifts away.
The clouds fought,
thunders had something to say.
As the dark clouds fade,
the unwritten words were washed away.
I'll wait until a thuderstorm come,
Until then.
When feelings are rushing, but you don't have a pen, paper or phone with you.
