*A bright blue light
which sparks up the night.
The tremble of the ground
as the water comes down.
The smacks and plopping
of the drips dropping.
The wind as it swirls
watching puddles doing twirls.
The blue light stops
and there are no drops
and the trembles are no longer beneath.*
CMH
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
*A bright blue light
which sparks up the night.
The tremble of the ground
as the water comes down.
The smacks and plopping
of the drips dropping.
The wind as it swirls
watching puddles doing twirls.
The blue light stops
and there are no drops
and the trembles are no longer beneath.*
CMH
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