You sense when a great storm approaches
It rambles and shakes from the floor
Feels like horses stampeding
Just nature marching once more
The awesome drips that are speeding
Like bullets when rain hits the roof
Its hard to quiet your heartbeat
When drops are like horses hooves
They seem to be chasing their shadows
The shadows being the clouds
The darkness of forces approaching
Thunder that threatens...out loud
Flares of natures ambition
Feeding the earth with such force
Spears of light...ammunition
Threatening us all on her course
Marching like Sherman she broaches
The marshes that lead to the sea
Afterward calming her creatures
The animals, birds and then me
The calm after she leaves us
Its heaven smitten with greens
Limes and colors of emeralds
Washed over and smelling so clean.
Your offering this morning is so vivid and sharply focussed that along with the accompanying beach view make me long to be there strolling in all phases of this storm. Sweet and like life it has a similiar message to it. We all must struggle through storms in life at times and with love and freindship to guide us we will walk again on sandy shores.
Fee
What a beautiful write, I so love storms and basking in the rain, there are times when just standing in the rain and getting soaked comforts my soul. I so enjoy your words. Pierre.
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2006
You paint a beautiful picture. Great imagery. Victor
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Ron
Stunning pic to make this piece come alive!!
Guess what....it's raining outside...brrrr
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Could feel and sense the fresh smell of renewal in this atmospheric write..
Washed over me !
Peter
Fee