You can read this poem and literally be transported.. I don't know, maybe it's just late at night. But I envisioned it: and the sky spat out thunder and the grass throbbed underneath her (my?) feet and the rain squawked and pelted. It was pretty amazing.
It could have just been the hour. I especially liked the second to last stanza, the part cordoned off with parenthesis.
It could have just been the hour. I especially liked the second to last stanza, the part cordoned off with parenthesis.