Morning Storm

Dark clouds gather
Ominous with their cloaks
Heavy and wet
They push and shove
Sending bolts of white light down
The sound of their struggle
Rumble above like celestial drums
The sky is covered
With colours, black and grey
A storm is gathering
The wind is agitated
Roaring and moaning
Restlessly roaming
The trees they bended
Lest they break resisting it
The morning has been swallowed
The sun hides
The morning light has faded
It seems evening has come
Then the clouds gave way
Unable to carry their own weight
They let go of their essence
Becoming countless drops of rain
They crash into the ground
Carving, molding the earth
While the wind howls
Lightning flashes
Capturing this spectacle
In moments of blinding white
Rain, rain go away
I chant in its chilling wake
Come again, some other day
When I am better prepared
To face this unseasonal cold
The darkness is lifting
And in thick brown streams
The dark clouds now flow
Somewhere nearer my feet
It's good to feel the sun again
And see that bluish colour return
To the sky's encompassing face
With their dark cousins banished
To the ground below
Wisps of silver clouds remain
Finding joy and warmth
In the blue expanse above
The morning's still young
As yellow light engulfs the world
The storm has passed
I can hear the familiar din
Of engines running
And horns blaring
Nothing like the storm that passed
But if I were to choose I would prefer
The cold rain and the wind howling
Over the constant din and chatter
Of humans, busy and ever toiling

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. absolutely stunning work ... unbelievably vivid ... the details astound me ... i was transported to the scene instantly ... and i could see your vision ... and when i reached the end ... i wondered about my connection with the universe ... i think i don't know what i would prefer ... i think i would want to be with my soul mate on all days ... if i could ... on sunny days ... and rainy days ...