Art, Writing, // August 16, 2013
Out of the Storm
Storm clouds blanket the sky
Dark and grey, they come rolling by
Rain thrashes down, stinging my face
It hits me head on as I pick up the pace
Unforgiving, I’m soaked to the bone
“Come on legs, carry me home”
A glimmer of hope, Sunrays shine bright
I walk out of the storm and skip into the light.
Copyright Chris Mackie