Thrill of the Storm

This tropical storm has wind chimes singing. Birds sheltered in trees have ceased their winging. Rain blown sideways splashes upon my pane As gusts of strong winds toss, in woeful bane. Dark nimbus clouds abound in slate grey hues. There is no thunder yet waves are raging, Viewing safe inside feels quite engaging. Olivia, now calmed into a storm... Once a fearsome hurricane, lost her form. We were given clues from Satellite views. As rains fly, a thrilling sigh from my breast, Knowing sun will prevail as winds take rest. We have no fear of flooding on our hill, So rain, come pounding on my window sill! My guilty pleasure dawns while watching news. I empathize with people near the sea When waters rise and flooding makes them flee, To feel such glee, I feel a bit contrite As heavy rains keep falling through the night. Yet, still I yearn to celebrate these blues! 1-4-22 Weather Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Angela Tune To this Form I added an extra line to each four line stanza, rhyming each fifth line as an invention for the contest.