Storm

I love laying in my bed as the rain hits my roof and covers the ground in dew. I decided to take this love, and fit it into a short poem.

Sometimes, poems just hit you. Whether you are taking a shower, or dreaming at night, or even eating a slice of pizza, an idea can just hit you smack in the middle of your forehead. You have to write it down as soon as possible, or you know you’ll forget it. It’s happened before.

This poem was one of those ideas. I was laying in my bed late at night, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t fall asleep. Then, it began raining, and the pattering of the drops hitting my window became a soothing lullaby. Then, my eyes snapped open. IDEA. I wrote down all I could, and passed out. What I wrote down became the beginning of this poem.

This short poem was published in Z Publishing House’s “America’s Emerging Poets - Northeast Region 2018” anthology.