Storms
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In the quiet corner, a raindrop dances, sliding down the window— a tiny journey, reflecting the world outside, blurry and bright, each drop a moment, each splash a song.
‘Twas an ill wind blowing on that August day.
‘Twas a portent of what was headed that way.
All saints and sinners, aye ye better take heed,
of the storm they called Katrina.
Poem – Plans
I have set in my mind my path and course.
Plotted out the direction and the means.
Reaching down from grey forming cloudsa rumbling locomotive’s charging soundthe vortex spins its mighty handsas it bounces and vacuums across living landdestroying every time it touches down
i know it’s coming with a sniff of my nosethe scent in the air lets me know it’s close.
the impending storm coming around the bendflowers will drink from what nature sends.
There is a place that you may go sometimes
It maybe dark or bright
You could hear either drums or pianos
One things for sure never one the x mark door
I’m afraid
Of two things.
This isn’t to say
That I am not afraid
Of other things
But
My fear of deep, dark,
cold waters,
And the places on Earth
That the light doesn’t reach
I am a cloud
I will water this land
I will see it grow
Nothing can destroy me
My hope keeps me strong
I can see the acid they pour
It is weak
Their attempts cannot stop a storm
I wanna float on Lighter fluid,
I want to watch the fire dance around me,
I want to be lighter fluid,
Cause the mess I'm in is heavy.
Life doesn't slow down,
Won't slow down for anyone.
Thunderstorm in the attic:
Nonsensical.
There is a storm in my home.
She rips through my hall, growling.
The ‘patter’ of rain begins to pummel my oak floor.
Rainfall, thunder Crashes, electrifying lightning, there is something in a storm that is incredibly poetic. Past the metaphorical washing away of sins and literal lifegiving superpowers that comes from the rain.
The sky is falling
Storming and squalling
The wind is whipping
And clouds are tripping
The trees are tumbling
Cars are bumbling
The power is stunning
Holding onto
A storm is impossible
When lightning stings,
Drops falls, Clouds roll,
And it hurts to hold on
To the rain storm.
It starts with swollen clouds
Blue and grey
Bleeding into the summer sky
The air is dead
Warm and moist
A rumble is heard
Distant yet strong
Then the wind comes
Light at first
She is the voice who calms the waters within me. The voice who soothes the waves that are building up to that disastrous tsunami, ready to destroy anything or anyone in my path.
On Monday, joy takes the stage and translates to a beaming smile.
On Tuesday, the forecast reads for a cloud of doubt, but no one notices a thing.
On Wednesday, the cloud is overhead.
Storms are like anger
They come when they feel like it
And leave when they are done
At first there are small gusts of words
Those small gusts build and build
Then eventually they erupt
Why must you go?
Can we not sit in the shade and talk like
we used to?
Do you not want to watch the violets bloom underneath
the tree we had claimed as ours?
When love fades
White clouds will turn grey
Storms will come
All promises will go away
Goodbye, goodbye
Farewell heart
Hey common sense
The skies go to war when the clouds are silver
all through the land you can hear the cracks and roars
see the anger flashing in the sky
destroying everything in the wrong place and the wrong time
Rain splashes down like the tears I feel inside. They slide down the window panes, reminding me of the pain inside.
My mind cries, shouting for you.
Suddenly the sun bursts through,
a silver lining on a cloudy day.
I smile at the storm
Because I love the challenge
The fog covering my Dreams
Makes my dreams vivid
The rain weighing me down
Adds to the weight that anchors me
To the roots of my passions
When the storm clouds rolled,
I lifted my head to the sky.
When fate the lightning foretold,
I smiled but didn't wait to die.
Lifting my skirts, I danced through the rain,
What we had lives only in memories in my heart in my soul, in my mind.What we had is gone,gone,echoed only in our shadows.Gone from the light
The wind forces the trees to bend
as the storm sets in,
as the lightning illuminates
the hopeless night.
The news has spread-
it's not the only thing-
the storm is growing,
spreading,
Love is like a wild stormWith a shower of broken hearted rainIt will swing you like a tornadoFlood your heart like a hurricaneIts hard to love someoneThat doesn’t love you
Catch the clouds in your palms,
Molten wisps that speed like trains,
But tastes like violet and two-a-days.
Bathe in autumn, evening heavens at
Seven o’clock in the morning,
Cold that tugs at the down
I wish I lived alone
so no one would have
to hear the rain fall
and the rolling thunder
Instead I hide
and bury myself
in blankets and pillows
in fear of being heard.
After the winds have settled
amidst the stress and tension,
there you find your true peace.
The storm will pound down, pulling at all you have.
But, through the sheets of rain
Foreboding thunder claps from miles away,
Water deluges the streets.
Ominous winds strike the earth,
Lightning bolts intrude.
Someone once said
that we shouldn't wait
for the storm to pass,
but learn to
dance in the rain.
Well, I definitely can't dance,
my rhythm is
weak and my limbs-
clumsy. But I know I
Crickets chirp sweetly
The wind brushes through the trees
The summer storm builds
Raindrops hit the tin
Puddles begin to appear
Birds still sing their songs
The wind against the house, it swells
as thunder tolls its looming knells
a flash against the windowpane
that sparks in every drop of rain,
the blood from each electric vein,
so peal the storm's torrential bells.
Summer is here,
the storms are near,
the clouds are rolling in,
I can hear the thunder in the distance,
the cold air brush against my face,
water droplets that seem to fall from space,
summer is here,
I stand upon the endless shore,
Gazing at the great beyond,
Soaking every open dream it holds,
Hearing its endless song.
Born in the wake of the storm,
she was nurtured by its water
and punished with thunder
and inherited its temper,
striking the innocent
and looming with darkness.
Out of control,
As I hear the pitter-patter of the rain against the window
I think of new beginnings.
Reconciliation.
The budding of the spring.
Pinecones popping
A sign of the blooming.
Then the hail thuds.
The rain, it is my comfort,
when I sit, alone, in darkness,
my thoughts completely consumed
by you.
Eyes like Storms,
Secrets churning in their depths.
Emotion; chained.
Encased in glacial stone.
Arrogance incarnate
In his Golden Crown.
Athena’s blessing
Behind his brow.
