Storms

I can sense the air a changing, through my eyes in peripheral see
This I have to await, to await what she brings to we

Oh! this trepidation, I'm in fear of what we've been told
For her skies are not what they seem in fear of her unfold

Suddenly azures are bleached, diminished from their blues
Maybe the headlines, the news informed, are now becoming true

Cobalt bluey greys, amidst blackened silvery delights
Beckon my eyes in see, this night a changing sight

Sporadic openings honour, it's as if their about to clear
Then thunder like kettle drums, reignite my fears

With one hell of a mighty crash, resonating thunderous noise
Straight away my mind reminds that nature knows destroy

Mountains in the distance, in daylight so far away
A flash here, a flash there, their standing in disarray

I stand here awaiting, knowing, that her heavens are about to burst
Her cascade, cacophonous noise, she rarely lets us thirst

Ice bullets teeming, streaming, amidst droplets of what could have been
Crashing, caressing, stressing, man's modern life now screams

Stop-lights, signs swaying, flaying, crashing to the ground
But even the designs of man, can rarely imitate her sounds 

Seconds, minutes, hours pass, now a calmness before her storm
There will never be a day, when even we conform

For I marvel in fascination, so vivid in what she displays
In lightening we appear to be, but we will never outweigh


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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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