Lightning flashes across the sky
A pale hand shaking its fist
Against the world that has done her wrong
Shaking the ground we walk upon
I wish I had my rain boots
Those slick ones I had as a child
Although they wouldn't do much good
'Cuz it'll always rain and feet don't stay small
Rumble.
Labels: PoetryPosted by Chelsea at 6:46 PM
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