The Storm

I love storms. So much so I was inspired to write this poem.

 

Darkening sky the clouds turn black

The sun retreats in fear

Ominous feelings of doom and joy

As the storm draws near

 

Darker still now day is night

Bringing out my primal fear

Lightning flashes thunder cracks

The storm is finally here

 

The wind begins to bend the trees

To and fro their tossed

The heavens cry its many tears

Inside the storm I'm lost

 

White jagged bolts tear through the sky

The only brightness to be found

Less than a second then it’s lost

Then thunder shakes the ground

 

Scary as it is its fun

The storm is at its height

The dark clouds all swirl round and round

It is a frightful sight

 

Slowing now the strong winds fade

Heavens tears begin to dry

Only distant flashes can be seen

In the brightening sky

 

It's over now the sun is back

I'm happy yet I'm sad

I love and hate them always have

Since I was a lad

 

Reviews

[The Mad Prophet]

I love storms... Very well done poem. You describe the feracity behind natures wrath. I love this poem, great job.

[Jeanne Broome]

I also love storms, and this has said exactly how I also feel. I loved the rhyme...it was well done and playful. Your description of the storm coming was wonderful...I watched them often here in Alabama and always did up North since I was a girl. When my children were little and we had a lightening storm the children would be afraid. I never failed that the lights went out. We had a ceiling to floor window that covered the west wall of the livingroom. I'd move the furniture if the storm had no wind warnings with it, and I lay blankets on the floor and pop corn( we had a gas stove) and tell the kids we were watching God's fireworks. We'd oooo and ahhhh at the beauty of the lightening. Your poem just reminded me of how much I love watching storms too. Thanks for sharing it.