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THE STORM
The cool, crisp, fresh air,
thunder,
lightning,
someone's there,
"The Sky is Crying"
and I know
it's watching me.
A flash of light,
a creak of beams.
the pouring rain,
the vivid dreams.
The eerie sounds
throughout the place,
the rhythmic pattern,
the steady pace !
The sudden roar
of rolling sound,
it pounds the air,
vibrates the ground.
I lie in bed
taking it in
the sky's so powerful
when a storm begins.
Morganpoet
thunder,
lightning,
someone's there,
"The Sky is Crying"
and I know
it's watching me.
A flash of light,
a creak of beams.
the pouring rain,
the vivid dreams.
The eerie sounds
throughout the place,
the rhythmic pattern,
the steady pace !
The sudden roar
of rolling sound,
it pounds the air,
vibrates the ground.
I lie in bed
taking it in
the sky's so powerful
when a storm begins.
Morganpoet
Published 7th Mar 2020
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9th Mar 2020 10:46pm
I do love the beauty and rolling sound of this piece... if I didn't know any better id say you were one of my apprentices... you write just like me and have word play just like me..... I think I like you.... ill be keeping a close eye on you... you sure got potential....
10th Mar 2020 6:26am
Thanks for your comments, I wrote this one during a pretty violent storm as Stevie Ray Vaughan's song "The Sky Is Crying" was playing on the stereo. My partner later illustrated it for me, which was over 20 years ago now but it's one of those verses that has stayed complete from start to finish in my head since the night it was written. :)
