The Storm

The next few entries will be things I pulled out of my journal from high school...some of them I wrote as projects for a creative writing class I took. The first one I call "The Storm"

One dreary day dripped on after the other.
Fog sitting on the horizon,
The tapping of rain never ceasing.
Pounding, pouring, mourning
To land on something dry
To quench someones thirst.
Drenching rain seeped through water and muck
Adding something fresh, yet never thought of as new.
Running and washing, never stopping
Always going forever flowing.
Peace it knew not, only continuing to break
The silence of the parting clouds
And the clashing of stars,
Sending shadows of sparkling hope.
Shadows drained out by the pouring rain
Covered by the cries of heaven.
Blowing cold, breaking the daisies
Rolling cold washing the water;
Water never parting
Days never ending, always forgetting.