Author's Note: This is copyrighted to me, remember. Also, remember that I am not amazing at poetry. And READ AND REVIEW! If you read this, take the time to leave a review, even if it IS short. I hate getting hits but no feedback. :(
The sound of one thousand plastic
beads falling onto Tupperware containers
means rain. A cool strand of wind
comes in through the opened kitchen window.
A loose leaf of paper on the counter
is spattered by water and the smell
of damp honeysuckle makes the humidity
bearable. Dark blue clouds in the sky
tower and curl and look like
ocean waves. The waves collapse and
thunder crashes. Lightning
and touches the ground,
thin and bright, like a dewy
spider's web in the morning.