There is nothing like a summer storm at the beach.
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
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Written on 2009-03-14 at 15:03
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The Storm
A storm is brewing, our hearts in a rumbleDrops 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
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Written on 2009-03-14 at 15:03
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