Paula Swanson Poet Rhyme

Patient Storm

Thunder shakes bitter rain from distant clouds,
while, as if in pain, they roil across the heavens.

Lightening licks the jagged mountain rim,
leaving behind a burning kiss, that scars.

All the while, wind cries out,
releasing anger to send debris flying.

And here I stand, watching it all,
patiently waiting to feel that first drop.

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Eric Ashford August 17, 2019 at 10:40 AM Nicely penned poem. Good visuals and good last line.

Wayne Hill September 20, 2013 at 9:12 PM This had my waiting in anticipation also! Your writing stands out among the many who post here......you are very talented.

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders September 2, 2012 at 1:14 PM An excellent write, Paula! I feel like I've spent too much time waiting for a storm, myself. Now I'm trying to embrace each one without fear. Hugs to you, Rhonda

Delysia Hendricks September 2, 2012 at 3:26 AM I like the emotions you ascribe to the elements: thunder in pain and the wind crying in anger. Good poetry, Paula. Well done on this piece. :)

Poet Destroyer A September 1, 2012 at 7:53 PM Hi Paula, it is nice reading your poem today... i like the image you are waiting for...I feel like grabbing an umbrella all of a sudden... I feel as if your storm will come to live soon,,, xox~pd