With Rain Comes Storms
First a cloud, then a drop, and all of sudden it’s raining. After a while the sky turns a dark gray, the sound of thunder booms in the distance, and all of a sudden there’s a storm coming. The waters are rising, and now, it’s flooding. What began as a single drop, is now an uncontrolled surplus.
Gray Skies and Cold Nights
With Rain Comes Storms.
Meditating In The Sky, Looking Down From High Heights
With Rain Comes Storms.
Falling Apart, I Find Myself...
Falling from High, I Find Myself...
Falling With the Rain, I Find Myself...
Falling With My Eyes Closed, I Find Myself...
With Rain Comes Storms.
The Sky Cries and The Winter Weather Bites
With Rain Comes Storms
With The Sky I Cry and Every Memory Bites
With Rain Comes Storms
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This isn’t the very first poem I wrote, but it is one of the first. This one is actually the piece which triggered the decision to write more frequently and as a means of venting emotions. This is, essentially, the beginning of my journey as an poet. I hope you enjoy!!
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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