My head leans against our back glass door, I'm watching the storm.
The thunder grumbles like my stomach does at times.
The lighting flashes across the big gray sky.
The small splash of the rain drops on the concrete.
The mud getting blacker and wetter.
I want to go out, lay on the grass.
Let the rain soak me and eventually wear me away.
I would but my fear of being stuck by lightning holds me inside.
It's all so beautiful.
The sounds, the almost dark, the wetness.
As I watch the tears I've been collecting through the day threaten to fall.
A day as bad as mine can end good after all.
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Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoetryA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.
