The Storm.

Water_witch-2by Abigael15 Jul 2014

Bruised and moody clouds,
hang low as a baritone,
huge raindrops hammer
to earth, falling like stone.

Thunder slowly rumbles
grumbles like an old man.
Lightning spits and sizzles
like sausages in a hot pan.

I open the curtains to see
nature in all her grandeur
I am a being of the wind
the rain and the thunder

centred I'm gentle stillness
after a storm, the quietness .