The storm

Up
picks the wind
whistling
a prelude to the storm
...rising,
brews and bubbles
rat a tat tat
the downpour
as the kettle boils.
Rain spits and snarls
its venom
the air creaks and crackles
sparks; they fly
as the deluge flows.

Author's Note

not sure about "flows" as last woed. Suggestions welcome.

Reviews

[Mari K]

Reigns down maybe? Like a double meaning perhaps? It's a great write though. As a reader, I feel excitement and a need to keep reading. Really good job overall.

[Pól]

gracias
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[circle]

.. as the deluge ensues ?

[Pól]

I had considered that- maybe it is better

[Samuel Dickens]

I know very little about poetry, but think this is outstanding. Here, far from your shores, these words ring so true.

[charlie]

Reminds me of quarrelling in the kitchen with my wife... An accurate description.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Always love a good storm...seem to rattle the soul and tantalizes the senses. You immerse us in the storm by brining us into the imagery,not only visions within our heads that you craft, but by sound. Making us experience the wind whistling, the rain rat a tat tatting...spitting and snarling... fantastic work.

[Pól]

Thanks- personally I prefer EThereal alchemy

[❀ Gabriela ..]

Very nice! Great description of a storm! :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

As the deluge pours, perhaps.? As the deluge gushes? This is a sharp little poem which paints the picture perfectly. I could just imagine being there in the storm. Well penned.

[Pól]

thanks
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[Inspiring Writer]

Storm always lifts up the wind and cover the sky with some darkness of light. Nice flow of ink.