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The Song

Black clouds that gather

And cover the sun

The storm on the horizon

Finally come

The rain drops that fall

Like the sprinkling of dust

The sound of the call

To come and dance

The music of rain

As it falls to the ground

The rhythm that comes with the

Whispering sound

The song that is gentle

Like a soft lullaby

Water lulling to sleep

As it falls from the sky

Ah the rain. I love the rain the way that everything smells so fresh after a downpour. Though, admittedly, I would take the heat over a grey gross day anytime, but there’s something about a summer storm that is invigorating. The way the thunder rolls, the lightning flashing across the sky, the fresh smell of the rain. I love it. Thus, the poem for you here today.

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About Michelle

I read, write, sing, hunt rabid giraffes, play volleyball, and play guitar. I love my big Alberta skies, wheat fields, and camping trips in the summer. I love to travel. I'm secretly a nerd. (Read as, I watch musicals, read Harry Potter too often, and can quote most of the movies I watch.) I love to be out in the country, riding quads and bikes, and just getting away from the city. I love the friends that I have and I try to be as loyal as I can. I've been writing since I was little, and I love to do so. It's a passion of mine that I hold close to my heart, and I love to use it to express the way I feel, or freeze a moment, or a feeling, in the time that it occurred. I also lied about giraffe hunting. I usually only hunt mosquitoes.

2 responses to “The Song

  1. Kate ⋅

    Beautiful Michelle, just beautiful.

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