Rhymes of the Heart
High and Dry
Sun disappears
Blues turn to gray
A storm is coming
It's on its way
Lightening flashes
Sky begins to spill
Limbs reaching skyward
To drink their fill
Birds take to nest
Winds start to blow
Angry clouds
Where will they go?
A rainbow forms
To paint the sky
With a token promise
We'll be high and dry
By.Deb/nana5
Wrote this silly thing during a power outage
in a storm this afternoon
Blues turn to gray
A storm is coming
It's on its way
Lightening flashes
Sky begins to spill
Limbs reaching skyward
To drink their fill
Birds take to nest
Winds start to blow
Angry clouds
Where will they go?
A rainbow forms
To paint the sky
With a token promise
We'll be high and dry
By.Deb/nana5
Wrote this silly thing during a power outage
in a storm this afternoon
