The Sky Is Angry.

Sat on a train, looking out at the sky, it had a face, and an angry one at that, hence this poem was born.


The sky is angry

His bright blue eyes

Glare out from his frowning grey brow

As he threatens rain

On the land below


Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

~ by The Lonely Recluse on November 24, 2012.

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