The Storm

I can hear it’s roar off in the distance,
it whispers, a soft sound, too faint to hear,
the words are a mumble, a rumble
so I wait, as it begins to near.

As the clouds darken,
and lightning flashes bright,
thunder rumbles loud and clear.
The sky turns black as night,

I can sense it’s pain,
as it’s tears slowly fall upon my face.
They fall like waves from the sky,
sunlight vanishes without a trace,

the words are still a mumble,
but they are loud enough for me to hear.
I sit upon the grass to listen,
the words whispering in my ear,

I close my eyes as I hear the words,
as lightning flashes through the sky.
Illuminating the world around me
I understand the reasons why.

It rumbles and roars and lashes out
angry that you just won’t see,
the freedom in a perfect storm,
and all it's glorious beauty.

Time goes by, and storm clouds fade,
as morning comes along.
I sit and wait for one more storm
now knowing I belong.


Jeremy Brewer
Co-author KML92 at www.fictionpress.com/u/712935/…