Get Your Premium Membership


The Skies are Whispering of an Approaching Storm. What I Hear tells me that it's Ver Near. Clouds begin to Rumble, the Sound is deafening to my Ear. Be Cautious of the Beauty in a Storm, it's something to Fear. I Watch in Wonder, How Long Will it Last? I've Taken Shelter, Clear of its Path. The Rain Starts Falling Harder, than I've Ever Seen. I Can't Wait till it Passes and the Air Smells So Clean. Creeks and Rivers Start to Rise, claiming everything as its Prize. All Happening Before my Very Eyes. I So Enjoy Watching Peeking Through My Door. Storms Come Looking Like They Have a Chore. I'l be Here Watching the Next Time You Come Once More...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.