The Storm Comes

I love the rain!

The thunder rumbles, and trembles, and bends

The lightning strikes, and flashes, and blinds

The clouds darken, and beckon, and loom

The air is wet, and humid, and fey

The morning is fearful, and brooding, and hard

The wind howls, and screeches, and cries

The trees bend, and wave, and shake

The people cower, and hide, and find shelter

The rain blinds, and soaks, and hurls

The hail beats, and smashes, and destroys

The heart is soft, and beating, and scared

The storm comes, and is, and can not be stopped

Reviews

[Elizabeth_christina]

I loved the imagery in this poem and how your writing can effect your readers mood.