Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

how to grow raindrops

the sun flirts with her,
making her glow, but then
once he turns his shoulder
her warmth starts to slow
she tries to reach out –
mist, shouts,
warns him she’ll give him hail
the size of fists
he ignores her, she knocks
him hard in the chin, thunder
rolls from her wrists as
he pleads for forgiveness –
she complies, but writes it
in lightning, bleeding across
the darkened skies

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