Raindrop

Clouds of gray start gathering throughout the sky. At fast pace, they connect together. Hearing quiet, unsteady drumming of the power of the storm. During which, the sky turns absolute black. Wind hammers against the bark of the ancient 12 foot maple, while the leaves of the trees collide together to create the sound of the mice. The drumming rapidly changes, as it comes closer to the shore of land, while the waves crash with the roar of a lion. Suddenly, lights flash across the darkened sky, as it was faster than the speed of light. Not just once did it flash, nor twice, but a million times.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

The image is there. For such a simple event, you've managed to create a descriptive piece. By the way, is this supposed to be a prose poetry? I'm not really sure that's how it's called, though. I think this a unique piece. The essence of a poem is there, but the actual arrangement of words is in essay form. I'm planning to make one like this too, but haven't really got the inspiration to really do something. Nice try with something new.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[jay geenen]

It's good, nicely penned for a poet can write a work how they please. Jay

[Kelsey Desmond]

Written well, but you may wanna think about separating your sentences into stanzas, and lines. But it's just a thought. You don't have to do it.