Poems about Storms and Squalls

These are poems about storms, poems about squalls, poems about tempests... Dark-bosomed clouds pregnant with heavy thunder ... the water breaks —Michael R. Burch Squall by Michael R. Burch There, in that sunny arbor, in the aureate light filtering through the waxy leaves of a stunted banana tree, I felt the sudden monsoon of your wrath, the clattery implosions and copper-bright bursts of the bottoms of pots and pans. I saw your swollen goddess’s belly wobble and heave in pregnant indignation, turned tail, and ran. Published by Chrysanthemum, Poetry Super Highway, Barbitos and Poetry Life & Times Passions are the heart’s qualms, the soul’s squalls, the brain’s storms. —Michael R. Burch Elemental by Michael R. Burch for Beth There is within her a welling forth of love unfathomable. She is not comfortable with the thought of merely loving: but she must give all. At night, she heeds the storm's calamitous call; nay, longs for it. Why? O, if a man understood, he might get her. But that never would do! Beth, as you embrace the storm, so I embrace elemental you. Shock by Michael R. Burch It was early in the morning of the forming of my soul, in the dawning of desire, with passion at first bloom, with lightning splitting heaven to thunder's blasting roll and a sense of welling fire and, perhaps, impending doom— that I cried out through the tumult of the raging storm on high for shelter from the chaos of the restless, driving rain... and the voice I heard replying from a rift of bleeding sky was mine, I'm sure, and, furthermore, was certainly insane. Excerpt from "The Exaltation of Inanna" by Enheduanna loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch You have given wings to the storm, O Beloved of Enlil! The storms do your bidding, blasting the unbelievers! My Queen, You are all-conquering, all-devouring! You continue Your attacks like relentless storms! You howl louder than the howling storms! You thunder louder than Iškur! You moan louder than the mournful winds! Your feet never tire from trampling Your enemies! You produce much wailing on the lyres of lamentations! Dark Cloud, Silver Lining by Michael R. Burch Every corona has a silver lining: I’m too far away to hear your whining, and despite my stormy demeanor, my hands have never been cleaner! Keywords/Tags: squall, marriage, pregnant, pregnancy, god, goddess, anger, angst, wrath, storm, storms, stress, relationship, woman, women, wife, motherhood, conflict