by ☆ ƒσяgσттєη ѕσυʟ ☆ » Sun Apr 08, 2012 6:23 am
Scarkit rolled over, pinning Spottedkit to the ground. He lept off and batted at a moth in front of him
How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height -
Composure swayed by onerous might.
My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill;
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.
The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears -
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…
On equal bearing now were we:
This rain, myself, in harmony.