The door creaks and squeals at the arrival of a spring storm. / The sky casts it's shadow upon the town, turning all a dim glowing gray / As plump clouds decorate the air with warm rain / And a woman in red stands splashed on the corner, / her dress splotched from flooded potholes and mire. // After a spring storm, sunbeams greet the sodden stormed over land / earthworms scale their slimy bodies over mudded concrete streets; / clouds sinking slowly to the shadowed trimmings of sky. // The melodic tweeting of birds can be heard, / if you listen closely amongst the trees. / And the sweet sight of late morning glows of the mounting sun, / and the song of long-ago summers that have come and gone, / only to return in whispers / through shadeless curtains trying to blanket the wind.

Really great thank you! :)

Ova last few days i read u poams sum made me weep ,sum made me smile but ave beautiful gift,hope 1 day u publish them an get recession u deserve x

Thanks, James. :) @Leahrose: WOW, that's probably the greatest, most genuine response I've ever gotten on here. Thank you so much! I appreciate you taking the time to read it, and it means a lot to me that you got something from it. :)

Hey no problem meant it read all poems so gud i like thank all 4 sharing them wit us ,i middle writing book but ideas dried up,don't worry i won't nick any lol

I loved your poem its really good

@Leahrose: That's really cool! My sister is finishing a book and I've been helping her with it. But I would love to write a book myself too. :)

That reminds me off a place in bk my mind,i wrote i school play once based on smugglers an Cornellwall.

@Leahrose: Wow, a play would be fun to write haha :D

@aswjw89: Thank you. :)