The Calm Before the Storm

Short poem featuring gray clouds.

It happens when you are silently still.
You pay attention and watch above you.
Those white herds you see now,
aren't the ones that are coming.
Those white herds are moving;
Making way for their fierce gray cousins.
But they are peacefully moving; not causing any ruckus.
A stampede isn't necessary now;
therefore, its already coming.
Just wait and watch...
The Calm before the Storm

Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

I like how it transforms from quiet to storm,
And the feel of sitting, watching clouds pass.
No one can deny having ever done that.

A very nice write, great job!

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

So beautifully penned with a rare harmony and a contained elegant peace in your voice.