The Storm

The wind blows

As anticipation grows

The air’s heavy weight is on my skin

Here it comes once again

The commanding sound of thunder booms

An impending darkness above me looms

From my high perch I gaze out

A storm’s on the horizon no doubt

I stand and watch animals run

The darkness of wrathful clouds has hidden the sun

The humbling wind bends the trees

Mocking their cockiness by knocking them to their knees

Crashing waves ambush the shore

Taking land where it’s never gone before

Drops fall like missiles from a broken sky

By mighty bolts the heavens and earth tie

Heaven unleashes mighty strikes

Covering the earth with humbling sights

Trees fall with powerful crashes

Upon all of earth, heaven lashes

Everything acknowledges its powers

It seems this war lasts for hours

But just as quickly as it has begun

Suddenly, once again, it is done

But don’t delight in happiness my friend

For soon this war will wage again

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Prophetic words, the calm is only the interval to the constant maelstrom life throws at us. Your writing certainly makes it an easy job for the reviewer, giving clarity where others hide behind hints and innuendo, making the process from thought to page look so effortless. Hmm, or maybe I'm only scratching the surface. we'll see :-)

[Southern Cross]

The beauty and destruction of Mother nature mimics our own lives at times. Great imagery here. We all must face and endure our storms.