Where is the Warmth?
How heavy fell the rain that day
From darkened clouds of mournful grey.
The driving droplets advanced
To camouflage the start of May.
Such floods of pain
To see me melt into this cold rain.
Shivering and breathing strong
Here I lay
Watching the clouds,
As I caught shelter from the rain.
Where is the sense of warmth?
It should be tapping at the door
And the sounds
Of those small birds that chirp all day
For,it is May
Where is the warmth?
Amazon author page: Anthony F Rando