A Storm in the City

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Raindrops greet sidewalk chalk
Breathing in the petrichor

Sun's asleep, drowsy stars
Tucked in little sweethearts

The wind screams down in the grass
People whip out their umbrellas

A boy and a girl dance in the rain
Her friend watches from the window panes

Wishing they could dance like this
Pull her closer, maybe share a kiss

The droplets fall in a rush
Promising a future lush

A wave washes from the sky
Escaping little dreamy sighs

A prayer sent to the night
Whispering, "It'll be alright."


Hello! I had written this poem (from a village, ironically) during the Cyclone Tauktae. And (more ironically), I am posting this on a sunny day! 😂 But it's funny how today is the first day of July and yet there has been no rain for a week and a half where I live! Not that I like rain very much lol, so I'm happy. Do you like rain? Is it raining where you live? Tell me! :D And don't forget to tell me your thoughts on the poem ;)

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  1. Unknown1 July 2021 at 12:51

    I love the monsoons! I love the clouds more than the actual rains haha. The poem is fabulous!

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    1. key1 July 2021 at 13:22

      I must admit, it feels empowering to look out of your window and see a windy, energetic sky replacing the usual calmness. :) Thank you for reading!

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  2. Mahi-Writes1 July 2021 at 16:50

    Beautiful Ki, loved it

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