#WritcoPoemPrompt81
When the sky is grey, it's going to rain,
When the sky is bright, everything's going to be alright,
Is sometimes on point
but this pandemic got it
going at not so well mode
but we all happy just to live
another day
and be able to hold
our own in the waters
which keep falling
overflowing the lands
in many places
and we cry
but we pick up the
what is left and
move on to hopefully
what is dry land
and start a new
tryin to make it
in the difficult.
© lashes