Julia A Keirns Poet Rhyme

The Storm

Distant sounds
Of thunder
White clouds turn gray
Darkness moves in
Lightning strikes
As the storm begins
Wind and rain
Pouring down
Cleansing the pain
It washes away
Fresh
Renewed
Clean as can be
The storm it came
And set me free

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Debbie Duncan October 3, 2020 at 4:39 PM I like this, it's very nice :-)

James Dotzler June 27, 2020 at 2:16 PM The ending caught be by surprise - a welcome surprise...storms of life...storms in nature...maybe more similar than different.

Franci Hoffman June 26, 2020 at 8:51 PM Nice piece, Julia. Renewal after a storm, a welcome thought.

Mikho Mosulishvili June 22, 2020 at 10:14 AM I like that vision... This is a good verse... Julia A Keirns June 24, 2020 at 6:25 AM Thank you so much.

Gordon Mcconnell June 13, 2020 at 3:33 PM Nice piece Julia, indeed a storm can clean away many things as long as it's not you! Have a blessed weekend, Gordon Julia A Keirns June 24, 2020 at 6:24 AM I love storms! Thank you.

Gershon Wolf June 10, 2020 at 11:22 PM Nice! Water has that 'cleansing effect!' ~ Former Fish, now out of water Julia A Keirns June 24, 2020 at 6:24 AM Yes it does. Thank you.