Monday, July 13, 2015

A Storm - Simply








Storms raced in during the night

With waves of strumming thunder

And booming cavalcades of flashing light

Releasing floods of punishing drenching rains

Upon the high woodlands and low plains

 

The fauna had sensed the storm’s plunder

And kept to their deep shelter and needled nest

As blessed dawn’s light shall find peace and wonder

For god’s birds and creatures shall live

And the expansive blue skies shall forgive

 

Though the trains could not run and all were stressed

Traffic lights were off sync and in a blink

Monday’s commuters jumped upon the work quest

To discover nothing had changed – seven o’clock will still be

And the way home shall have a beautiful sunset to see
 
 
 
 
 
 

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