The Storm
The Storm
Impatient winds shriek loud with tortured cries,
Storm driven rains splash into flooded pools,
Silver light streaks across darkened skies,
Storm blasted trees bend under the gale's rule.
Hail clatters on wind blown streets and paths and
Hammers against every door and window pain.
Life pauses. Angry souls rage across the land
As sunlight gives way to dark tempest's gain.
The earth trembles 'til the storm's wrath is done;
Calm silence spreads through wet, shimmering leaves,
Squalls overtaken by the returning sun.
Rain stops. Water drips slow from under eaves,
Thunder clouds part, a new light shining through
And life, refreshed, awakes and starts anew.
12/08/16
For Contest 'Wordscapes'
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Copyright © Barry Stebbings | Year Posted 2016
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