A Sonnet Ana Gross 807
A giant thunderstorm, the sky expands
The trees in front’ my house the lightning sears
The hail calls me an ordinary man
The rain tells me that my fate is not clear.
My heart, it seems, is caught up in the past
The thunder says to care about the now
But I won’t let this storm dissuade me, fast
I run outside, forgetting the storm’s growl.
The rain, it stains my face and knots my hair
And into my clothes freezing water seeps
But this exhilaration does not care
Peace with myself I’ll try so hard to keep.
I know not where I am, nor where I’ll be
But I trust now that I can wait and see.
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