Eye of the Storm

By Dawne Zacharias In the eye of the storm Quiet deafens the space Tranquility's voice amid destruction all over the place Our roof and shingles ripped then dashed to the ground For a moment it is quiet, not even a sound The promise of storm's return will soon come to pass...... I feel my body shudder within lightning's dread I watch pink clouds swirling randomly overhead cold wind brings the shivers, rain runs down my face Lightning strikes a thunder, I seek shelter from its embrace March does bring its divergence, her footprints can combine She will bring the mornings sunshine Floral scents to intertwine.