the rain is coming
up sky, clouds are darkening
squall’s speeding this way
a cloudburst is threatening
my roof’s hollow, and walls thin

rainfall is pouring
gradually, turns salvo
thunder’s deafening
my leaky roof inviting
I’m at the corner, freezing

Hello writers, authors, bloggers, friends. I took my pen to write this poem to pour out this feeling I had. I don’t have a name for it but I think I am just scared. Scared that I might fail at my writing, so scared. I put it down in Tanka form (5-7-5-7-7). I missed you the past week, and probably will still miss you guys this week too. I accept encouragement even poetic forms…

yours truly

Ayieko Sami

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