Lightning fills the sky.
Thunder cracks in the distance.
Wind whips at the building.
Rain cascades on the window panes.
Lights flicker.
Trees quake and quiver.
The storm is here.
Will it ever leave?
Lightning fills the sky.
Thunder cracks in the distance.
Wind whips at the building.
Rain cascades on the window panes.
Lights flicker.
Trees quake and quiver.
The storm is here.
Will it ever leave?
2 replies on “The Storm”
Kiley, it’s been a while since I visited your site. As always, I enjoyed reading your poems and musings. “The Storm” is an especially nice poem, beautifully expressed. Keep writing!
I really appreciate your words. Thank you for all your support! And trust me, I will. 🙂
From,
Kiley