Our calm now broken
Skies give way to invaders
Ragged clouds now groan
The view is darkened
By unsightly bullying
Pushing and shoving
Spitting with wild rage
Now threatening destruction
To drive us indoors
Seen from the windows
We the conflagration
A battle is fought
The wind howls with pain
A deluge now descending
To feed the good earth
Image found at www.m.the jakartapost.com
Pretty scary with the clouds gathering above me at this moment!
ReplyDeletethis is such a colourful way to describe a storm. I love it!
ReplyDeleteI was just going to pop down the shops, but now I think I'll wait a while!
ReplyDeleteRosey Pinkerton's blog
That last line is such a kicker after the violence in the sky. :)
ReplyDeleteThe heavy rain is the final outcome of the gathering storm. It can be a conflagration, that's powerful and menacing!
ReplyDeleteHank
I love the break rain brings...it can feel almost cleansing at times - though not when delivered in apocalyptic proportions...a philosophical and almost sci-fi write from you Old Egg - we love ;)
ReplyDeleteYes, a strom can be that way, or rain can come so gentle, like a kiss.
ReplyDeleteI love a good storm like the one you have described!
ReplyDeleteweather and mood, they are our poetry cloth.
ReplyDelete