Storm

There’s a storm, but I don’t mind,

The grimmest atmosphere you can find,

It roars, slams, frightens, even poses threats,

The weaker ones hide under their beds.

 

The rain pouring, lashing at the windows,

Maybe it’s trying to get in, who knows?

The water finds its way, makes everything wet,

The animals, plants, stones, nothing will be spared.

 

Find your shelter, if you fear the rain,

But bear in mind, that to run is vain,

Clog your ears if thunder gives you a shiver,

Like the leaves that tremble and quiver.

 

The angry cloud shoots thunderbolts,

Against whom it a grudge holds?

There is no one they couldn’t hit,

Pray for all they are angry with.

 

I admit, this does worry me a little,

Underneath their wrath I feel rather brittle,

By their unpredictable whim,

We could perish, me, you, even him...

 

Yet, there’s a storm and I don’t mind, it thrills,

Long gone are times when it gave me chills,

There’s a storm, let’s wait it through,

Stand fast and enjoy the view.

 

Reviews

[annalysiar]

This poem has a great flow to it I love the imagery great write

[Jerryyoung1z]

This is just wonderful. I love the steady flow and rhythm and nice use of rhymes. Don't be scared of a storm even if you know that a lightening bolt might ACCIDENTALLY set your hair on fire(if you are lucky)

[Archos]

Thanks, I'm glad I was able to make a bit of a storm over at your place.