Waxing Shakespearean Under Stormy Skies
Should drear hours roll by,
That the day might appear,
Ghastly, repugnant, abhorrent,
For the droves which swarm the street,
To me are blessings,
Something to be cherished,
A boon that often pitilessly eludes me.
So if I were to hazard upon one of these treasures?
My brothers would surely carp,
'Trapped' so to say,
In such a lacklustre time.
But to me?
The lingering, insipid, innocuous hours,
Would lift the strain from upon my shoulder.
For discounting the grumbles, the gripes and grousing,
Of my jaded brothers,
I will be left with a simple truth;
We are safe.
Within secure walls, we are sheltered from the evil that chases us,
Incessantly onwards.
But if I might feel cheerless for my brothers whining, I will keep the knowledge…
… That the weatherman said the rain will stop tomorrow!
A little idea that popped into my head after writing 'My, What Fascinating Specimens!' (Yay! Free advertising for my story!). I just wondered how Leonardo might feel knowing that for once his brothers are safe just because it's raining? I decided to form one of my odd 'Shakespearean' (if you can call it that) poems over the idea. The last line is supposed to be a bit of a joke; after all, no matter how much of a relief it is to know his bros are safe, even Leo can't tolerate them forever. Hope you liked it and if you need help with some of the weird vocabulary then feel free to ask me! :D