Oh,
the cloud it turned to dark
and the sun had lost its spark
and the tear-drops
they were falling from the sky
Joey felt a droplet
land in his hand –
(he’s got it)
then another fell
and the Earth - it starts to cry
The grass had turned to mud
and the drops were now a thud
and the clouds - they made noises
rarely heard
The thunder it is clapping
and the noise it is nerve-wracking –
as Joey runs inside
without a word
The miner bird is flapping
and Joey’s Mum is wrapping
a blanket 'round her son
to keep him warm
The kettle it is boiling
and Joey’s Mum is warning
Joey - really soon
I know there'll be a storm
But then the thunder stops its clapping
and in the sky a change is happening
as dark clouds they are replaced
by brightest sun
Joey races outside laughing
he can hear the dogs are barking
and all at once they say;
let’s have some jolly fun.
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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