The rain fell like drops of lightning,
As the bolts hit, they crashed on the glass,
Shattered, and slowly melting as they die.
The clock rung at every quarter till,
In rest, silence.
Her candle gently flicking to the exploding drops,
She stares.
She suddenly turns toward the window and feels a cold chill down her back,
But she focused herself again,
And went back to her candle.
---AuroraRW
One of my older poems I have decided to revive, I would love to see what you guys think!
