Rain

White lies...

It's sprinkling now

Nothing is hurt from the drizzle

As it only benefits you,

the flower

It's a torent now

Tiny rivers flow through the grass

And with that you begin to choke,

the flower

A hurricane now

It has grown so out of control

You drown in what you rely on

The lier

Reviews

[J.M]

Oh wow - this is in fact a very powerful and effective poem. I love the structure; with it being the same for the first two verses but slightly different for the last e.g. The flower, the flower, the lier. This makes it very effective. It is also quite a dramatic poem, with drama building through it. Well done!