Winter Storm

Thick dark grey clouds with flashes of lightening The rumbling roar of thunder Echo of noise through the open pastures Valleys fill quick of muddy waters Slippery hills of bending but not broken flowers Torrential rain of such strength and power Soon the sun of such a needing hour. Mending stems Constantly bowing Constantly bouncing On and off the ground Trauma to the petals and leaves Still hanging Still sagging Still Drooping As if the arms were heavy to lift Roots stay strong through the gale wind. Flashes of lightening The rumbling of thunder Echo of noise through the open pastures Remaining parts of the damaged flowers Blowing backward and forward in the breeze Torrential rain begins to ease Light rain falling Sunlight rising Dark clouds parting Flowers stand proud in these rays of offering As if to smile and say good morning.