July 20, 2010
The rain pours down with increasing speed
Ceases the rain for our dramatic need
The trees tangled and stiff as a log
Away with the mist, gone with the fog
The puddles lay on the gray, moist road
Your reflection, the shiny image showed
People slipping as they ran
Across the puddles, into a van
The warmth of the AC into their skin
Their goosebumps as hard and sharp as a fin
The shudder, the shiver, the cold moves
The squeak of the wheels, the padding of hooves.
-Sienna W.