Storm, Poem



Deathly quiet.

Not a leaf stirs.

A bird scolds as it flies.

Dust rises for no reason.

The milky sky darkens,

Brown and yellow colours swirl as clouds draw up beyond the horizon.

A single drop hits the pavement.

The air is still.


Far away rumbling drifts and dies.


Oppressive calm

Sinks on the waiting world.

A single flash breaks from the clouds.

Rustling and crackling, droplets strike and turn the soil black.

A lightning bolt breaks from the darkness.

Then another flashes, blinding you.

Thunder answers

Roars its ire



© HMH, 2022

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