Writing

A poem about writing.

Writing is like
a pending storm,
you never know
what will happen next.

It might pour
buckets of rain,
or it might get
cold and foggy.

Watch me dump my bucket,
I will write you a rainbow,
and make you clouds
made from cotton candy.

Author's Note

Please be kind. I am autistic and I might make a mistake. Please let me know the correct spelling instead of bulling me about it. Thank you.