Wednesday

Raindrops are dripping from saddened sky.

Their existence extinguished as they touch the ground.

With their last sigh they join the melancholic quartet.

They join the crying wind , roaring thunder,

And cracking of tree branches who foolishly expected a spring bloom.

It's this day that to everybody brings gloom.

It's this Wednesday,

That orphaned the clouds,

By killing the sun.

Author's Note

Post any possible critique.

Reviews

[George Coombs]

Gently engaging, thoughtful and sensitive, lovely writing

[Cody Jeremy Thompson]

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[George Coombs]

Your welcome

[Relic]

Critique? I'm not sure if I would call it a critique being I enjoyed this poem, but I'll make two small suggestions.

Raindrops 'dripping....' I'm not sure dripping is a detailed enough word. If the sky is sad and the wind is crying, perhaps I would use 'weeping/sobbing/mourning....something along those lines without sounding cliche.

It's this day that to 'everybody' brings gloom. The word everybody is not specific enough. It could mean people in the street, in their homes (who may actually enjoy the rain), in a school.....

I still like this though.

[Cody Jeremy Thompson]

Glad you enjoyed it and it's okay every bit of criticism helps so i can keep it in mind for my future works,unless I write them on a fly.

[OhSnapShley]

I like the imagery here. Nicely written

[Cody Jeremy Thompson]

Thank you.