I listen as the raging storm
Fills my heart and ears
Its beauty and its power
Brings me close to tears
I open up my window
So that I may watch as well
My fascination with this danger...
To hard to describe well
One fat rain drop wets the ground
It's followed by another;
Its job to refresh, and cool us down
And the ground to gently smother
Lightneing sparkles through the sky
Letting eyes devour
The beauty of its vengeful show
The beauty, and, the power
The greatest gifts of storms like this
-Though their visists may be brief -
Is the sense of awe and wonder
And, strangely, of relief
Its essence fills my heart
ANd its beauty fills my soul
It makes me feel I'm free, ALIVE
It does, for me, console.














Comments
I tried to do a poem of a storm once, and failed to to do it well... I lack the poetic skill. I may try again, the last few nights have been... Impressive. Bravo! I fav this.
Well what more can i say but i HAD to put it on DA after he said that.
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"Restlessness is always driving me, and i cannot help it" - Charles Dickens.
The storm charges the air with ions, which excite our senses. You can most often get the feel of it just before a storm hits.
Other than that, this is a decent poem. Never has enough been said of nature.
Then I read another amazing piece of writing from you and my false confidence errodes rapidly. Amazing piece, though I have come to expect no less from you.
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Behold the Metatron, Herald of the almighty and voice of the one true god.
kudos
As kick ass as the poem is, I have to run away, because I am deathly ceraunophobic (afraid of thunder and lightening).
*cough* That means ya did a good job with the imagery *cough*
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Love the rain and i agree.... never has enough been said of nature.
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"Restlessness is always driving me, and i cannot help it" - Charles Dickens.
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