Weather is changing
Another burst of
thunder
Like a wounded
beast
The fleecy grey
clouds
Now fill the
afternoon sky
Turning black
with anger
Like a mime
artist
Barometer glass
has dropped
A clown’s long
sad face
Thor in his
heaven
Emits his sound
of loathing
Instills fear in
our hearts
Without
protection
Rain tumbles down
around us
Now sealing our fate
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Depending on where you are, this can be a good thing. The droughts in your country have been pretty bad in recent years.
ReplyDeleteFantastic ... rarely have I read a more lovely poem about the weather! :-)
ReplyDeleteThis seems unusually downcast for you Old Egg! Storms of the soul are bad things...no umbrella helps...although they can be invigorating
ReplyDeleteThat Thor has a lot of answer for, Robin!! Lovely poem...
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Clever use of the words.
ReplyDeleteFabulous wordling: the brooding storm is so well described.
ReplyDeleteFabulous wordling: the brooding storm is so well described.
ReplyDeleteYes, Robin, you describe a thunderstorm's arrival perfectly here. Well wordled.
ReplyDeletePamela
Storms like this, whether inside or out, are often difficult and dangerous. Like what you did with these words,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
oh i rather enjoy the music thor makes in his ranting though..ha...hopefully this is not a metaphor as personal storms can be most dangerous....
ReplyDeleteThor in his heaven...great imagery!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem- like the Thor in it. I'm miss the sound of thunder as the snowflakes fall from my grey skies.
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