Lightning scars the sky,
Splits its face wide open.
Rain washes over the ground, so dry.
The Earth is cracked and broken.
The violence of it all is captivating.
The cycle of "live and let die".
My mind is silent, devastated,
As I watch the horizon cry.
Wishes flood my heart with sorrow,
For beauty like this is so rare;
Serenity as this cannot be borrowed,
And must be handled with such care.
My dreams wash away with the October storm;
And in myself, I am transformed. |
Submission Name: October Rain
