Strong Brew
A storm is brewing
Yet there is an eerie calm
skies are blue and the weather warm
There isn't much of a breeze
And even the trees seem at ease
But this is just the calm
before the storm
An illusion of deceitful charm
To numb the senses and to disarm
Thunder rumbles loud and clear
A sign the storm is getting near
Gray clouds now have darkened the sky
As the rain pours down its gushing reply
The wind is now a howling beast
Its fury coming from the east
And as it blows the trees bend low
As thunder's voice in loudness grows
The lights flicker then go out
As lightning splits the sky in two
Now there can be no doubt
The storm is at its strongest brew!
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4/17/16
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2016
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