The Storm

Claps of thunder, growling sighs Crackling light spears, ruptured skies Dark bruised smudges, jostling clouds Wanton weaving, angry shrouds. Water effusions, driving rain Flooded fields, congested drains Forcible winds, quaking leaves Bending branches, bowing trees. Birds are silent, shy dogs hide Children reach for sheltering sides Fish dive deeply, spiders curl Senses dizzied, fearful swirls. Clouds are broken, grinning sun Arching eyebrow, rainbow tongue Storm is humbled, joyous sounds Love runs rampart, peace abounds