poetry?

Oddly enough, today was the first day for me to attempt poetry. You know, besides making up different lyrics to Roses are red, Violets are blue… I’ve never considered myself very good with words, my own words. But I’m currently reading The Fellowship of the Rings and I do believe Mr. Tolkien has inspired me…

the air is dead
the air is dense
it needs to rain
to ease my pain

the air is hot
the air is still
I need some relief
it is my belief

that I need the rain.

I hear the thunder
I see the clouds
the storm is coming
over the mountain lips its foaming

the wind is blowing
nature is stirring
the effects, I feel them not
for it is still hot
inside the house

and I need the rain.

now I am out
no longer in the house
the wind is still rushing
the thunder is not hushing

I feel the coolness
I feel the newness
the weather has changed inside and out
but just one thing I still care about
there is still no rain.

and I love the rain.