Silent Storm
Sky color of death
high wind blows without a howl
destination known.
As our day turns from bright to unwelcome dark grey
cold, heavy rain starts to lash earths crust so forceful
startled then extreme fear felt in a flash so unexpected
visually experiencing this cloud to ground lightening
stroke after stroke creating frightening yet wonderful
patterns against that uninviting evil cloud covered sky
without any warning our sky illuminated by spikes of
blinding light crawling from horizon to horizon ,
we were encountering this natural extravaganza,
an amazing unreserved event, fearful though beautiful.
natural beauty
fury totally untamed
arrive and enjoy.
2/23/2018
Contest: describe a thunderstorm without the sense of sound.
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2018
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