The Storm

The Storm

It’s quick - a flash of white light - then nothing,

You hear the crickets, the night sounds fill the air,

Then like a slow freight train, it rumbles,

The sound builds, with unbelievable speed, to a deafening roar.

Silence again prevails, all is quiet,

Softly, like a gentle breeze, you hear the rain,

It falls gently at first, bathing the beauty of nature,

Harder and still harder it falls, small rivers form in the streets.

It mutes all sounds,

Lightening, thunder, are like children as they frolic in the clouds,

Lightening - lacing the sky with a soft spider web of light,

Thunder - rolling and crashing like waves upon the rocks.

Still the rain, it falls,

Quietly sleep sets in, taking the mind, the senses,

Morning dawns, all is clear,

The storm with its fury has gone - its beauty just a memory….

1/27/2005