Beyond

Light is behind the clouds

I see over the horizen,

up above the

paved hills. 

After walking 

for what feels like forever,

I slow down than sit

on the rocky concrete road.

Sweat dripping down me,

I am hot and sweaty

as the air is dry.

My mouth is parched, 

like it's own desert.

The sun's hot breath constantly on my back

I eventually stand up, 

the wind whipping my long air into my face.

The kind of wind that blows around hot air

and makes dust dance.

Slowly I walk,

each step more painful than the last.

I am no closer to the small town

than when I began walking

this morning.

Then the sun seems to have blown out

darkness floods the sky as

the clouds roll in.

The few trees sway under a swollen sky.

Soon I start to run

as the grey clouds burst

and I see

silver trinkets of rain

They soak my hair and my clothes.

I feel them run down my face

making my body glisten 

and I cry out in joy

when I run far enough to reach

the town I've been walking to.

~

In English we're reading a book called Out of the Dust. I read it when I was in elementary school and I highly recommended it. Anyway, it's told through a narrative poem. I've decided to try to write some kind of narrative poem.