PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The weatherman forecasted cloudy skies.
Many take refuge in their apartments.
As lightening cracks I hear panicked cries
Echoing from their chosen compartments.
A siren sounds, but I pay no notice.
A painting emerges. I interact.
Atop the rainfall I am a lotus,
Perfectly in my element, intact.
They are dotted with an awning,
People noiselessly huddled beneath them,
But all around I see a new day dawning,
Beyond the fog a flawless hidden gem.
Yes, I find them to be most providential.
These city streets are filled with potential.