The Storm
A poem about a storm
The storm is coming
brewing up.
In the sky
the wind rumbles
distorting
everyone's
daily lives.
*
Rain lashes
against window panes.
The trees sway
violently,
ferocious in the night,
falling treacherously,
blocking our roads
where no vehicle
can go.
*
Journeys are abandoned.
The storm heightens
bringing terror.
It shatters our day.
A rumbling roar
whistling and spitting,
blowing us away.
*
We stay trapped
in our homes
listening to the wind
howling, hissing, wailing.
A horror,
a dull existence,
an angry vision
no one wants
to endure.
*
We wait it out
hoping it will go.
We need it
to pass,
for it brings
a boredom
as we
listen to
the howling, whistling wind.
*
It finally stops.
The clouds clear.
Widening and white.
A spurt of light
reaches out,
a beaming brightness
finally lurking
slowly but surely,
it's the sun
come to brighten
our day.
*
©️ Denise Larkin 2020. All Rights Reserved.
This poem is also published on Medium.com
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.
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Very visual imagery.