In Favor of the Storm
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In Favor of the Storm
The clouds are gathering in the distance..
They will be here soon.
The colors are important.
White, black, gray,
and mixtures of blue, gold and green.
The ocean has come to the sky.
It is full of water,
and the torment of the sea.
The fluffy softness disperses
in favor of sharp lines
and electric lights...
of all kinds.
The lightning flashes,
the thunder rolls,
and giants in the heavens
stomp, and romp about.
It is so loud now,
you can barely here a shout.
Small droplets,
large tears of rain,
balls of ice, the size of your fist fall,
and make all who are tall,
small.
The deluge continues,
until the crops have failed,
the mountains have slid down to the sea.
The people have changed,
and they are not the same anymore.
Some gather and cry,
while others look up at the sky... still.
The sun returns,
and with it...
a new hope of a new day,
comes with her.
Yet,
nothing
is
promised.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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