Rain (an acrostic poem)

Revealing each tear slowly

As the thought of you not being here sets in

It soon becomes a torrent, soaking the earth in front of me

Not that I noticed. I was lost in the emotional downpour

Tempest (an acrostic poem)

The storm was coming; she could feel it in her bones

Electrical shocks paused through her emotional system

Making her nerves sizzle, waiting for the other shoe to fall

Penelope didn’t want to be this apprehensive

Everyone has a bad day every once in a while

So she was due, and yet she knew this was different

Thunder rolled across her mental landscape.  Then the downpour started

 

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