Benjamin moore
by:Miranda Anderson
On a summers day
the gray clouds sang
rapid rain fell from above
the ocean slapped from side to side
adding on to the pain
her tears dripped down her face
drip, drip, drip
blue eyes turned to cold crystal
her feet touching the shore line
the rain hitting against her skin
the rain calming down
she felt more vulnerable
walking farther into the cold water
almost up to her chest.
her screams for everyone to hear
for him to hear
for her to hear.
her closed eyes
told her she was ready.
but the thunder and winds kept her,
from everything she fears
so she has forgotten the hate
and even though it rains she will never look back upon that day.
The storm will pass
and the gray clouds that once sang
will forget.
