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Rain

Posted by MFish Posted on 05/22/2018 at 11:27PM Poetry See more by MFish

Slap, slap, slap,
The very rhythmic sound
Of wiper blades, in action.
Dark clouds overhead,
Rain, pelting the windshield,
Bouncing off the roadway.
Fast moving automobiles,
Throwing spray from tires,
Reflecting lights from
Streetlights, up above.
Eerie lights and shadows,
Appear and disappear, quickly,
As the humming tires, make me sleepy.
Taillight's, bright reflections
Haloed, in the spray,
Brake lights, even brighter,
Cautions drivers to slow down.
Entering the city,
The softness, gives way
To a harsh, strong,
Structured, towers,
Erupting from the ground.

The randomness of words,
lay on my plate.
Too many words may come
and they will suffocate.
The thoughts that are now
running through my head,
wishing they were happy,
but No; fearful instead
The words have become hateful;
not what they should be,
for I care for my own
and for strangers too,
as life has given pause
of what one can do.
A scary situation. It's been hard,
for if you are not diligent
and let your down your guard
you could be the victim
of Co-vid nineteen.

I pray to the heavens.
I utter no sound,
For my prayer in
Words, cannot be found.
I pray for the souls
Of those struck down,
By the virus, Pro-vid 19;
One of the words pandemic
The World has ever seen.
What do we do?
Where do we stand
When it has been months
And there still is no Plan.
No plan from the current regime,
Who doesn't care one little ounce,
But looks only at the Stock market bounce.
A terrible choice, at least to me
As the decisions made, lives in infamy.

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