Waiting For the Storm
The earlier sky of blue is gone,
storm clouds gather in the sky.
There'll be a storm before the dawn.
The wind picks up, scattered leaves fly.
The trees are dancing their ballet.
The wind's whisper is now growing loud.
A change in the weather is on the way.
The sky is filled with dark clouds.
I stare at the sky, awaiting the rain.
Eagerly awaiting the storm.
Only touches of the once blue sky remain.
As the thunderclouds start to form.
I love the thunder and lightning,
a rainstorm after a stifling hot day.
Others may find storms frightening
but I love to watch the sky play.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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