unpredicted cessation

Cracking knives of blinding light,

Tremble the muddy earth tonight.

Sheets of rain pour from the sky,

Leaving not one corner of city dry.

Foggy mist swirls the ground,

As rain splashes up all around.

Strands of hair stick to my face,

Soaked clothing clings in place.

 

Shuddering growls rumble by,

But its eerie calm once in the eye.

Wind stops howling vicious screams,

The storm is over, at least it seems.

I glance around for some empty shelter,

Before the storm causes more to welter.  

I scramble down the flooded road,

Away from the tragedy I had forebode.

My muscles ache like battery acid,

I cry for what was once so placid.

 

My lungs burn with each laboured breath,

But I fight nature, I fight my death.

The wind returns with snarling vengeance,

Pushing and pulling with blatant abhorrence.

Salty tears mix with unrelenting rain,

The result of fears arcane pain.

The storm pounds into my exhausted body,

But shelter is close, a mere pentapody.

 

I lower to the new river below,  

Protecting myself from the winds angry throw.

Carefully I crawl along,

Begging my body to stay strong.

The green sky overhead,

Fills my hopeless heart with dread.

Solid buildings groan and crumble,

Cars and street lamps spin and tumble.

 

The deadly spout is so destructive,

Leaving the water beneath me conductive.

I know now I must get out,

But my mind is overcome with doubt.

Panic surges through my veins,

Not one sane thought remains.

I clutch my hands into soft mud,

Trapped within the growing flood.

Screaming out I pound my fists,

The comprehension of death persists.

I know I will not last too long,

But this ending just seems too wrong.

 

Tonight I am not offered a niche,

And I realize Mother Nature is a spiteful b***h.

Eventually I come to terms,

And the growling funnel confirms.

I climb atop my shaky legs,

For my life, my soul no longer begs.

I open my arms up wide,

I accept the future I was denied.

Large droplets pelt my skin,

But on my face grows a grin.

Death is welcome to me now,

The storm can take me, I will allow.

 

I close my eyes in anticipation,

But could not predict cessation.

The rain subsided, the wind grew still,

I was left with only an icy chill.

With astoundment in my eyes,

I drop to my knees and scream to the sky.

Relief was an unexpected feeling to bear,

In the end my life had been spared.

So Mother Nature might be a b***h,

But in the blink of an eye your luck can switch.

Author's Note

A metaphore, read between the lines

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Splendid. Love this. Excellent rhyme and it flowed nicely. An impressive poem about rain. Love it!