Storm
weatherable fluctuations
the skies greyed
the winds chilled
the thunder came
the storm blew in
and all i could do
was be
my lightning rod self
the rains pelted
driven by
the freezing winds
the thunder roared
the storm was here
and all i could do
was be
my lightning rod self
the day darkened
a premature night
the pelting rains
defying gravity
in their hunger
to wet everything
the centre of the storm
and all i could do
was be
my lightning rod self
the heated air
between each strike
expands,
becomes the thunder
the zig zag lightshow
darts between the horizons
the storm passes
and still…all i did
was be
my lightning rod self
.
.
.
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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