| The Storm. |
| The heat of day is stifling, No breeze that you can feel, Sapping all your energy, Work loses it’s appeal. The birds are still and resting, In shady nooks and trees, They cease their constant bird Song, Alert and ill at ease. An air of expectation seems To settle all around, Like a blanket lightly settling As you spread it on the ground. And in the distant hills you see The grey clouds rolling in, You hear the distant rumble, And you know it will begin. The wind begins to whistle, The trees bend to it’s will, The rain begins to tumble down Forming riverlets that spill. Downward ever downward It crashes to the ground, The thirsty earth embraces it Like a long lost lover, found. The flash and crash of lightening Hitting something very near, And the sound of hail is deafening When it hits, you fill with fear. The building shakes and shudders And you wonder will it hold, And it reaches it’s crescendo As this awesome show unfolds. And suddenly it’s over Quickly as it had begun, The clouds begin to separate Then a welcome ray of sun. And in the sky you see ‘the sign’ As millions have before, A kaleidoscope, a masterpiece, And our lives resume, once more. |
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| Author~ P.J.Blyss |
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| "Toods"Graphic Designed by~ |
| Thank you to my friend Pam, the author of "The Storm" As indicated on my 'Home Page', Pam and I have been close friends for 30 years. "The Storm" was written by Pam especially for my page. |
| The Storm is subject to normal copyright conditions. |
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