Storm

Storm


Endless clouds roll over, but there is darkness deep inside.
Their stomachs swell, appearance changed till grey and black abides.
The clouds are pressing in, like sheep herded together,
And the sun is blotted out amidst the churning weather.

Thunder clap, Boom!
It begins,
Before the first raindrops fall, mixed with the wind.

         The air is fresh, a breeze is blowing.
Droplets fall, the earth below is knowing.
Like music comes the light tinkering of glass,
Symphonies of sound the heavens are open, and the rain for now is sparse.

Lightning, Flash!
Heavier it grows,
When a chorus emits and the whistling wind bows.

         Rain pattering on rooftops, eerie light sky high.
Heavy crashing but the clouds do sigh.
Their bellies are emptied, they begin paling.
Then slowly they spread out again like ships sailing.

Music softens, faint hum.
It ends,
As the last raindrops fall and the weather tends.


end