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The Storm
Clouds forming dark aura
Leaves rustling as the wind blows
Causing trees to bend over
In submission to a force greater
Lightning flashes and the thunder roars
Frightened kids run to hide
Smashing through closed doors
They've never seen such before
The heavens let down tears
Like a dam that's lost hold of water
The people now are filled with fear
Clinging to those they hold dear
The houses can't withstand the storm
The brute force of the hurricane
Males and females engulfed in a maelstrom
Hoping for the passing of the storm
The destruction of properties escalates
Trees uprooted by the relentless wind
Houses begin to disintegrate
In the short-run they will dissipate
Families struggle to brave the weather
Unwilling to yield to this ill fate
Holding their hands, fingers locked together
They strive to survive, one way or another.
Leaves rustling as the wind blows
Causing trees to bend over
In submission to a force greater
Lightning flashes and the thunder roars
Frightened kids run to hide
Smashing through closed doors
They've never seen such before
The heavens let down tears
Like a dam that's lost hold of water
The people now are filled with fear
Clinging to those they hold dear
The houses can't withstand the storm
The brute force of the hurricane
Males and females engulfed in a maelstrom
Hoping for the passing of the storm
The destruction of properties escalates
Trees uprooted by the relentless wind
Houses begin to disintegrate
In the short-run they will dissipate
Families struggle to brave the weather
Unwilling to yield to this ill fate
Holding their hands, fingers locked together
They strive to survive, one way or another.
Published 16th Dec 2015
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16th Dec 2015 11:54pm
It reminds me of when I've lived through winter times of the El Nino system where torrential rains would come down almost nonstop for at least a month... some years it would be a cold rain, other times, warm... warm was worse because the snow that had fallen before the rains would all melt and gone would be next year's water supply for much of the state.
17th Dec 2015 6:45am
I'm glad that you relate with poem. It was meant for those that have encountered such incidents like yours.
Thank you so much for your comment. It is duely appreciated.
Thank you so much for your comment. It is duely appreciated.
18th Dec 2015 6:09pm
excellent descriptive poem about our eternal struggle with the unpleasant side of mother natures weather - I could almost be there :-)
excellent job :-)
excellent job :-)
