The Cloudburst

A Poem

Sana Rose
Sana Rose
Apr 16, 2020 · 1 min read
Photo by Aline de Nadai on Unsplash

The toads assembled for choir
in the rainy night sounded
as melancholy as the nightingale.

The pitter patter echoed
against your absence,
the space you had left behind.

Puddles gathered in my eyes,
brimmed, ready to spill,
yet staying still.