The First of Many

I’m not very good at poetry so I decided that every day I am going to pick a different topic and write about it, and tips or critisisms are welcome in the comments.

Water drips upon a grass stem

The wind howls through an open hole in a tree

A leaf falls into a pond

Even ripples scatter around

Every so often a branch falls

Crushing the soil beneath it,

A constant dripping noise on the roof

The pitter-patter of rain

Seemingly unnecessary water

Drips into a lake

Slowly

Increasing it’s size

But

Every

Minute

More falls

Flooding the earth

Thunder sounds from afar

Lightning is seen in the distance

Somewhere, a kid holds their stuffed animals tighter

Somewhere, the sun is shining

Sometime, the rain will end

Sometime, things will get better

The rain drips in the distance

Another thunder strike sounds

But for now,

We just have to wait