Storm Front

March 5th, 2009

Leaves are stirring in the grass
lifting up to fall

back to the ground, all around
the birds have ceased to call

now the strong wind rising
quickening its pace

I hear the distant sound of thunder
rain falls on my face

I stand beneath the cold gray clouds
that flash and boil and vent

and wait with fascination for
its anger to be spent

David Uncategorized

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