Storms

The bitter biting wind howls around my face I’m out on the moors: such a desolate place Dark clouds are gathering straight ahead Wish I was at home safe in my bed Streaks of golden lightning fill up the sky Vivid flashes of white flash in my eye Thunder claps deafen me, I cover my ears Not been in a storm like this for many many years Lightning forks fill me with fascination I wait for the next one with great anticipation Lighting up the sky like a massive floodlight Thunder and lightning such a pure delight I shelter safely by the gnarled oak tree Its wizened old branches shielding me Rain teems down but I am safe and dry I shelter safely until the storm passes by Written for Shadow Hamilton’s Storms Contest 06-29-14 ~awarded 3rd place~