I just love standing here in the rain,
In the middle of this quiet plain,
Thinking of nothing,
That's What I'm loving,
Hearing the thunder,
Seeing the lightning,
It's a great sound,
Then the rain starts to feels like pounds,
My shoulders start to sag,
problems come fast like plagues,
I hit them head on!
pretend there small little ponds,
now I'm here alone,
nobody to talk to, nobody to phone,
my heart ripped and torn,
How can I survive this major storm?
Lacey Peter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-storm-80/
