August

a poem

 

When the sun shines across the sky,

While we watch the clouds float by,

As we realize pure bliss,

If the world could get better than this,

Drops of rain fall to our skin,

 

When light fades to dark,

Wherever bright streaks leave their mark,

As the heavens begin to grumble,

While our feet begin to stumble,

This is the adventure we live for.

Author's Note

just a poem

Reviews

[Vikrantsingh]

August.. Hmm when it starts raining...
I hope I'm pointing it at right part of your title. Where you tried expression via Rain..
Its quiet and great work... I love it.
Simply amazing.
Thank for sharing it :)

Cheers!
Singh :)