A Rather Random Poem

Here’s my rather random poem! Hopefully this post will work…–Emma  

Rainstorm

  

It starts with a drip,

a drop,

a single thought of justice—

one cloud in the sky,

one gray spot

overshadowing the fake-blue of a convenient lie.

One person sees it,

another notices,

and before long the sea of blue

is a sea

of

change. 

 

The sky swells like a living thing,

pouring,

spilling,

the beautiful, believable blue invisible

through

the growing rain.

Umbrellas open

in the hands of those

who hide from the storm;

mouths open

and voices cry

from those who begin to understand. 

 

The rain grows

and

drops

and drips;

never-ending,

unstoppable

in its forceful torrent.

The convenient lies

once broadcast

in the sky

are overcome–beaten in battle

by the inconvenience of truth. 

And to think

that

all this 

started with a drip,

a drop,

and one single thought…