Torrential Tears
A Poetic and Sensory Journey into The Eye Of The Storm
By Kenneth cruzPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Raindrops fall like a lovers tongue, tickling and dancing on my skin
Thunder roars pillaging my ears like it was committing a sin.
Heaven's tears taste cold and sweet, pure like a lover's kiss.
Grass and sea dew mix together, striking my nostrils, as if Mother Nature herself had made a unique stew; its scent brings utter bliss.
Lighting strikes, painting the sky red like a drunkard's eyes, each flash a montage as tears fall and memories win.



Comments (1)
Whoaaaa, your imageries were so vivid! Such a beautiful poem!