The Storm

The Storm

The clouds are rolling in, blotting over the sun.

Blackening the blue sky, a storm's about to come.

A flash of lightning illuminates the bulbous blackened mass,

A thunderous throat is calling, as the rain begins to splash.

The ocean waves are thrashing, rising up to the smoky cloud,

That's throwing down its insides, with the thunder booming loud.

Another strike of lightning, cracks open the dying sky,

Those thunderous clouds are rolling, turning day to night.

The rains are falling heavier, the angry sky throws down it's woe,

But up there in the heavens, the sun begins to show.

The clouds are rolling onwards, less angry than before,

That growling sound of thunder, now just wind upon the shore.

The oceans dance is calming, froth floats upon the deep,

The crackling forks of light are gone, as the storm begins to sleep.

The glowing yellow sun disc, starts to melt the clouds away,

The storm has gone, passed over, leaving just memory and rain.

As the sun gets brighter, breaking through clouds hazy cover,

The rain begins to dry off the land, and the storm is finally over.

By J. Barrett