Enhance your poem with a SIMILE
Our journey felt as warm as the morning sun
The further we went the clouds above spoiled our fun
Still we were optimistic it will change
But unfortunately the heavy clouds
Fell as rain like nature was dropping
Buckets of water.
It was a perfect transformation from
Dry to wet.
We kept our mind cool
Continued driving like a fool.
But the nightmare continued as our
Car hit something heavy
The gas tank needle turned to empty.
We checked the map to find a gas station
Nothing to worry the man said
The impact bent your tank
We were not quite satisfied
Resumed driving until we reached
I told my husband you liked the color
lemon, well it proved it really
is as sour as a lemon!