I'm sure I'm not the only one who has stood outside and watched a storm roll in. It's exhilarating to feel the wind pick up, to see the dark clouds rolling closer, to hear the leaves rustling in the breeze and to see the first faint flashes of lightning in the distance. I love standing and looking out as a storm hits, so I wrote a poem about it.
Storm
Quiet, silent, waiting, still
Standing on a stormy hill
Looking out across the plains
Waiting for the storm.
The wind picks up, it blows on me
It rustles in the cotton trees
The sunset brilliantly contrasts
The dark clouds, rolling closer.
Water droplets on my cheeks
The storm that has waited for weeks
Is now breaking loose upon
The hills, the grass, the valleys.
Here I’ll stand and here I’ll stay
No one can take me from this way
I have a hand to hold to tight
And through the storm I see the light.
this is so beautiful!