The rain now pours, from a sky so norse. the drops hitting the ground, the thunder, leaving a loud and dominating sound.
beneath the drops, my soul hops, when lighting flashes, my heart calmly stops. as each wet bit of dew hits the ground, its as though this dusk of hughes may one day again be found.
looking at the wet trees, these long cold eyes, now do see.. now do see, the leaves from this wet tree blowing above me in the breeze.
at times when i feel sad, i call out a name, on that in my mind did snag. the skies go grey, some people look and say: 'today is the day, the day i will here now stay'.
a nice job indeed! great display of literary skill! i loved it, it made me feel as though i was there. its the ability to make the reader feel as though they are literally sucked into the literature that i admire most of others such as rhyming scheme and other aspects of poetry.