Flood
The cool rain was falling so close to grasp
Unpredictable, untold direction,
Even if you try to use the best map
It’s puzzling to get its clear affection
Trying to understand the thoughtful rain,
It’s a task some others have failed to do
Its soft anger has caused thunder and pain,
The rain unable to get its point through
The rain’s shy words only come out silent
Soon the weary rain starts to roar and pour
Flooding all lands, seeming violent
The sad rain leaves, afraid of ruining more
Hiding in the protective clouds, anxious
Isolating itself from everyone
Trying to avoid all chances of failure
It says next time it will be a savior
About the Author:
Brookelyn Maxwell has been writing stories since she was only eight years old with her older sister’s computer and Microsoft Word. She started posting some of her works online at the age of thirteen, and she has always dreamed of being published officially. She enjoys playing bass clarinet and soprano clarinet, painting, and drawing in her free time when she is not writing. With her writing, she tends to stick to elements such as fantasy/ supernatural, romance, and comedy with deep and intense characters. She usually writes longer stories, but will occasionally write short stories and poems. She is currently eighteen years old and a freshman at Tennessee Tech University in Cookeville, Tennessee. She plans to study psychology and continue writing on the side to see where life takes her!
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