Summer rains
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
Rain may come
When its all
Over to wash
Tears from the trees.
Lightning is there to
Give fear to the fearless
To ensure that they
Stumble and fall.
Control is key,
That’s what I was told,
But is it really the only
Thing that keeps us afloat.
© 2019 Wendy Engela