There is nothing like a summer storm at the beach.


The Storm

A storm is brewing, our hearts in a rumble
Drops pound the streets, sidewalks rooftops
Bushes sway wildly, shake back and forth
Wind blows the rain in parallel sheets

Thunder rolls in the distance
Electricity flashes against a summer sky
Dreary skies flow drops like a mother's tear
Crying with anger at the arid terrain
Nature storms its frustrations
Exorcises its pain

People run escaping Mother Nature's fury
Praying her tantrum stops at last
The skies hemorrhage with bolts of lightning
We sit in awe of the unrestrained violence

Rain slows
Winds die down
Nature's anger appeased at last

Skies clear, anxieties ease
The storm passes slowly
Anger smolders like ashes in a dying fire
Awaiting the dry kindling to renew her wrath



Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-03-14 at 15:03

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Wow again! I love your style of expression, it just roars off the page and transports me, in this case, into the eye of her storm and it was so brilliant I read it out loud to my 15 year old boy Ross, he said it is pretty neat! which is a big compliment and he is a great writer in his own right, imo. Much better than his mother already....I was truly wind blown and excited in the eye of your Natures stom. That is what poetry is all about. I live in the greenest part of britain, surrounded on three sides by wild beach coves, it is pirate country and very fittng of the imagery within this great poem. I feel completely refreshed for being so forcefully blown away...smiling at you, Tai
2009-03-14