Storm

The rain falls
The sky cries
Anger strikes
With lightning lines

The wind blows
The house creaks
The lights go out
The ceiling leaks

Inside he runs
Bucket in hand
To catch the drops
Before they land

And yet he trips
Slips on a rug
Spilling water all over
His favourite drug

The only noise he hears
Is the watery drip
As he rushes down the stairs
Only to trip

Down they tumble
And to his great dread
The guitar breaks
And is undoubtedly dead

“I only wanted to dry it”
He says with a sigh
The rain ceases to fall
And he starts to cry.

The End.

-Mango