The Silent Storm That Never Came
The Silent Storm That Never Came
I sit on the porch watching the distant lightening storm.
It seems lodged behind the mountain across the narrow valley below.
At times, it lights up the gray sky as bright as a sun lite day.
Sometimes, I can see the zigzag bolts falling from the heavens.
They slam into the earth below leaving scorch marks that I cannot see.
The storm makes no sound that I can hear and does not stir the wind.
The bolts are so random, and so many that I lose count.
It seems so forlorn, lonely and useless without the sound.
I watch it for so long my bones get restless, so I go outside.
My bare feet feel the wetness of the night dew from the grass.
Standing I watch the storm that has not moved since I have seen it.
I think maybe if I stand outside it will come my way.
Bring a rain that will wash away the grime from my body.
The lightning will surround me with crackling energy.
A power so great it will consume my body, soul and spirit.
Finally, I will feel the thunder as it shakes the earth beneath my soles.
Alas, I stand there for a long time watching and waiting.
The storm moves no closer and still flashes menacingly at me.
The scowl on my face turns to a grin as I begin to realize.
The storm ever so slowly is drifting away from me.
Ah, oh mighty storm are you afraid of me?
Or do you run from me or just deny me?
Do I even register in your plane of existence?
I chuckle to myself; it doesn't really matter.
Copyright © Hillard Sarver | Year Posted 2016
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