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