The storm...
A breeze enhanced becomes a wind, nature is aroused.
Clouds accumulate, skies become grey and hostile.
Rain drops fall like tears of life without emotion.
Electric streaks explode from a scowling sky.
Thunder rumbles follow closely, the voice of life echos.
Rain intensifies to become a torrential orchestra.
A crescendo of raindrops beating out lifes rythm.
Fingers of lightening stretch down to mother earth.
Thunder follows closely behind, a deafening cry.
The wind now a tempest showing tremendous power.
The sight of such power makes me feel so small.
The smell of natures energy purifies my soul.
The sound of this incredible event so monumental.
The taste of the rain on my tongue so pure.
The wind battering my body feels so perfect.
I laugh at the storm, show me your best.
As life moves around me, I wait and witness.
The storm so breathtaking, makes me feel reborn.
In this moment i am caressed by the hand of nature.
The storm is my life... My life is the storm...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Lost within your storm...
Clouds of love build in a passion filled sky,
A gentle breeze of emotion brushes my skin.
Your kisses rain down upon the heart of me,
I am lost within the storm of love that is you...
I feel your lightening strikes against my skin,
The tempest of your emotion through my hair.
The crash of thunder as our lips collide,
Your whispering voice like the breath of time...
I crave the thunder of wanton abandonment,
The calm eddies within the depths of your soul.
The angry skies of tumultious emotion,
For I am completely lost within your storm...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Back to Dreams
Awoken from my dreams in the dead of night,
I sit upon my window ledge and witness natures battle,
The sky rages violent war upon the earth,
Raindrops dance like maddened assassins,
Flashes of lightening illuminate land and sky,
The picturesque landscape of my existance lives,
Thunder rumbles boom across the wide open spaces,
The melodious pitter patter of new fallen rain entrances,
Yet mother earth embraces her attacker effortlessly,
Once again she takes all the storm has to offer,
And as my eyelids become heavy with sleep,
My body weary from the activities of the day,
My soul sated with memories of this monumental event,
I slip back into my bed and drift back to dreams...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Storm
Strange weather Im having inside my head,
This crazy atmosphere puts my mind to bed,
But the storm in my skin is the fire where youve been,
My waking eyes watch this life begin.
Here comes the storm again, love is a hurricane,
And every day that I live I will live for the rain,
Electrify me, magnify me, feel the thunder rolling through me,
Oh so mysterious, the shape of my dreams,
Love is the sky falling in.
Here comes the storm again, here comes the hurricane,
And this life that I live, I will give to the rain,
Here comes the storm again!
Light patterns to a field of light, they move and live for the rain.
Here comes the storm again, here comes the hurricane,
And this life that I live, I will give to the rain,
Here comes the storm again! again!
Here comes the storm again, bring on the clouds again,
Love is a hurricane, and I live for the rain,
I live for the rain!
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Storm Chant...
Listen to the haunting melody of the rain,
Dancing playfully within your dreams.
Feel the summer breeze gently kiss your skin,
The fleeting breath of life you covet so greatly.
Observe the scorching lightening strikes,
As they light up the shadows beneath nights veil.
Dance with abandonment to the thunder rumbles,
The voice of existance that calls the very soul.
Embrace the warm humidity of the darkness,
Enraptured once more by lifes melodious storm chant...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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NO more SUNSHINE
A new morning arrives but I can't see the sun rise.
All I see is the darken clouds in my light-less skies.
Heavy rain pours down from the clouds on my worn surface
Lighten strike thunder roars another hard hit to embrace
Wind so bitter my skins feel like it's being slice with a razor blade
Everything is being up rooted by the wind that won't fade
I am hold on for life but I seen no end to this destructive force
It's not a known storm; no weather man could've seen the source
It's more like a predator/a carnivore and I'm the main course
Eating at my heart and soul nothing left no remorse
It's the darkness of storm on my most terrifying of days
I prefer my skin get slice repeated with Chicago wind's razor blade
No more tears can fall from these dark clouds of this rain storm
I must accept this faith/find my shelter, and move on
It's easy for me to say now but without you my divine
I feel the rest of my days I will have NO more SUNSHINE
poem by LoKis White
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Storm
Storms out on the water
I watch it getting closer
Are you coming home
All these years we've wondered
Trying to break the cycle
All these years of hope
And my heart feels the strain
But it makes me feel like I'm alive again
Sometimes in our lives
We need the pain
So I find some candles
Put out all the anchors
Pull the shutters down
Makes me think about us
All the things that got lost
Still we're holding on
And the storm rushes in
But it makes me feel like I'm alive again
Sometimes in our lives
We need the pain
The wind, the rain, the storm will wash us clean again
The wind, the rain, the storm will shake us up again
The wind, the rain, the storm will make us think again
The wind
And maybe we can start again
Storms out on the water
See and sky become one
Are you coming home
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Storm Road
A path covered in rain
Lightning streaks the sky
Thunder calling my name
The wind letting water fly
A life happy and free
I have been blessed without pain
I feel a tempest inside of me
Am I simply insane?
I wish for something more
As I sit in the eye of the storm
Hoping for a strength that's impossible to ignore
So you'll see me outside the norm
You are more pressure than I need
The inspiration for this hurricane
You wont let me be freed
You're stuck in my brain
None of this writing
Is making you go away
The storm is never silencing
Even with you so faraway.
The Storm
The clouds turned to gray
The air turned to cold
And I knew by that day
Some evil would unfold.
It arrived without a warning
Along with the pounding rain
And it was gone by the morning
As violently as it came.
But for that night I lived in terror
That night I lived in fright
With every sound I heard
With every flash of light.
Violently came the wind
Terrorizing with no form
Then came the thunder and lightning,
Arriving, was the storm.
Many trees I saw bent
Then God clapped his mighty hand
While many trees were refusing to fall,
But then, a tree didn't stand.
Rushing came the wind
Pounding came the rain
Crashing came the thunder
Quickly, came my pain.
Underneath my bed I hid
From the terror of the storm
And in pain and terror I cried
In horror and pain I moaned.
That night I lived in terror
That night I lived in fright
With every sound I heard
With every flash of light.
And the rain just kept falling
More tears I began to weep
For the wind just kept calling,
Then that night; I fell asleep.
Then morning she finally came
I awoke to the sound of peace and birds
The sound of thunder and rain was gone
Which had awoke my sleeping world.
Then outside towards the sky I stared,
To the clouds God he did call
I saw Gods hand moving the wind
Commanding the rain not to fall.
Then the sun began to shine
So on my knees I fell to pray
Then again, I began to cry
Thanking God; the storm had went away.
poem by Randy McClave
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The thunder storm came suddenly
The thunder storm came suddenly; the air was drawing close,
with grey and black clouds covering the heaven
and suddenly there was no more blue
with the whole day being only grey
while leaves were falling in yellow and brown everywhere,
with the wind cutting icily, trying to grab onto jackets,
untimely the rain came without respect
for the rules of nature,
the thunder storm came suddenly.
Suddenly the weather was in each conversation
of the doctor, lawyer and architect,
as if it contained something incomprehensible and evil
nobody trusted the sudden bad weather;
early in the afternoon people left for home,
the thunder storm came suddenly.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lifestorm
It's raining hard.
The lightning flashes.
The Thunder Rolls.
Your life, it crashes.
The wind picks up.
Sky fades to black.
The air now cold.
No looking back.
Trudging forward.
Filled with fear.
The storm intensifies.
The end is near.
Lie down and stare.
Into the eyes of death.
Say your good-byes.
With your last breath.
A clearing emerges.
Sun peaking through.
Storm almost over.
Hope is renewed.
Silver lining.
Sky has cleared.
Things not as bad.
As they once appeared.
Life in the storm.
You cannot see.
The lessons to learn.
What is to be.
So embrace the storm.
And give God His praise.
For our hopeless hours.
Bring much better days.
The good make us thankful.
And so should the bad.
It's what makes us appreciate.
What we have and we've had.
Your storm's not forever.
And life may seem low.
A pot of gold waits.
After every rainbow.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Sonnet: The Wind
What shakes the trees so violently? ’Tis Wind;
What moves the clouds hither/ thither? ’Tis Wind;
What takes the tornado around? ’Tis Wind;
What brings the sandstorm on the earth? ’Tis Wind.
What makes the cool and gentle breeze? ’Tis Wind
What makes the boughs and leaves to dance? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the autumn leaves to fall? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the honey-bees to fly? ’Tis Wind.
What makes pollen reach in showers? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the dust to climb towers? ’Tis Wind;
What spreads the perfume of flowers? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the rain-clouds advance far? ’Tis Wind.
What makes the Wind to blow? ’Tis God;
What makes a Tempest stop? ’ Tis our Lord.
7-18-2001
poem by John Celes
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Really Love The Rain
I really love the rain, I really love the rain,
cast your clouds, hide us from it all, wash away these stains
it's my gift, it's my present, I’d spend an hour walking in it's presence.
It's exactly how I feel man, it's exactly how I feel Ya...,
I really love the rain man…, I really love the rain ya....
I spent all day at work now I’ll spend all night in bed, so
I can get up and do it again cause, I really need that rent cause,
I really need that bread cause, I’m tired of going hungry. I’m
tired of needing help, I just want to live a moment for myself.
As selfish as that seems, I just really need that moment
so I can see my options clearly. So I hope the sky's not clearing,
cause I really love the rain man…
I really love the rain ya…, I really love the rain-
a little shower to calm my mind, a gentle mist and a slight
Breeze, bit of dew drips off the trees.
puddles form but not to your knees, no ones missing
no one bleeds. it's exactly how I feel man.., it's exactly how I feel
ya..., I really love the rain man…, I really love the rain ya...
For my anger there's a storm, let the lightning crash and burn.
There's my hatred, there's my rage, there's no way I could turn the page.
Stumbling in my clumsy ways, I’d probably set the book a blaze.
Let it rain oh, let it rain, show all my emotions, empty all my pain.
Man I really love the rain ya..., I really love the rain.
Its my drug it makes my day, like a pill I’d pop all day.
Run and jump and laugh and play, I’ll stay and dance don't go away.
Man I really love the rain ya..., I really love the rain.
Its my drug it makes my day, like a pill I’d pop all day.
I sit and cry and wonder why, who I am or why I’m here?
man this life just isn’t fair, but at least I have the rain.
it's exactly how I feel man..., it's exactly how I feel ya…,
I really love the rain man..., I really love the rain ya...,
poem by Charles Carrelli
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Mother Nature's Fall Dress
Mother Nature's Fall Dress
The wind came up and started to blow
A sky filled with dark and rain coming slow.
Trees swaying touching the ground
The rain still coming but now surrounds.
Lightening slashing the fabric of the sky
Exposing the vestigial virgins, colorful eye.
The river was in a tourmoil with patches of wake
Falls first weather and summer heat to break
The wind picking up almost to a gale
Thunder and lightening with enough rain to fill a pail.
I sit among nature's eventual force
Wind, lightening and dark clouds; of course.
More white caps on the river below
In a few short months we will call them snow.
The butterfly with flapping wings in haste
Wind takes no excuse for being late.
Disneyland could put on a replica of this endeavor
Wind, rain; thunder and lightening and be very clever.
10-28-05 Aho speaks.
poem by AHO Speaks
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The Perfect Storm
That sound... it falls all around us with such grace... yet you still hear it's cries upon the sand and stone... and when u think tht nothing could b more amazing... the skies light up with different shades of blue and grey.. thunder rumbles in the distance.... that sound... it's precious melody flowing through my heart and for that I feel as though I am at peace... as my minds at ease and my body is still... I lay there listening to the pitter patter of the rain... for it is The Perfect Storm
poem by Adela Myers
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The Power Behind All
Rolling thunder is what men hear, as The Lord’s storm draws near,
With lightning piercing the sky, from the Lord, Who reigns on high,
From the clouds above the earth, one more storm, God shall birth,
Beyond all that man understands, it’s not nature, but God’s Hands.
Some folks call it an Act of God, when a disaster strikes this sod,
But it’s God providing abundantly, in all the rain and snow we see,
And as tornados come into sight, we see God’s Power and Might,
As that funnel scores the earth, with a channel of remarkable girth.
As hurricanes appear from nowhere, creating damage everywhere,
Even the unbelievers have a sense, there’s a coming recompense,
For this world, that has lost its way, living life in their godless way,
Glorifying not the Creator and Lord, but by many remains ignored.
Through that rain, ice and snow, God is revealed, not many know,
Revealed, so every eye will see, the works of The God of Eternity,
Just a sample of what’s to come, to be seen by all, not just some,
And everyone, some defiantly, will recognize, The God of Eternity.
As you see the weather’s power, know it’s God behind the shower,
When you’re stuck in snow or ice, God would have you think twice,
To know the one behind Creation, the Author of all men’s salvation,
And come to His Son, Jesus Christ, The Power behind Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©03/2011)
Superior Force for M 'lady Tara
Across the windswept moors it came.
A cloudburst worthy of the name
A million, million spears of rain
which pierced the earth again again.
The suddenly the storm has passed.
The sky no longer overcast.
A vast expanse of palest blue
with sunlight shining down anew.
The raging wind has ceased to scream
as if the storm had been a dream.
The thirsty earth has drunk her fill
replenished every flowing rill.
I venture forth resume my stroll.
But in the distance hear the roll
of thunders war drums ceaselessly
Beat out a rhythm threateningly.
Far, far away towards the coast
the storm clouds gather in a host
Preparing for a fresh assault.
The rain will fall without a halt.
The sea absorbs it easily
until the storm clouds wearily.
Give up their fight against the sea,
They cannot win its plain to see
The storm moves on but leaves behind,
a vivid picture in my mind.
A sight I never thought to see.
Rain pouring down torrentially.
So that the raindrops hid from view
The moorlands that I loved and knew.
A sight I may not see again
my moors submitting to the rain.
5-Jan-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Riders Of The Storm
Sight a brand new horizon
Ascending from the hearts of those who couldnt see
The decline of man, the final stage of war
Spectral forces of mankind
Were all trapped inside the core of the machine
Our time has come to find a way back home
We seek our destiny in thee
In the eye of the storm
A genesis is born, reborn
Riders of the storm one with the wind, defenders of creation
Riders of the storm aligned with the sun
Phantom powers rule the earth
Descending down, controling you and me
What is left to see, is it all but a dream
On the inside looking out
Kept within a cage, behind a false facade
They cant keep us down cause our strenght is our will
We dream of a genesis reborn
Where our spirits fly free
Let us choose our own destiny
Riders of the storm one with the wind, defenders of creation
Riders of the storm aligned with the sun
Speak the word of Nemesis
Call for thunder call for rain
Let us meet our Genesis
Save us from the unholy pain
Solo: Oscar
Lead: both
Riders of the storm one with the wind, defenders of creation
Riders of the storm aligned with the sun
song performed by by Hammerfall
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A Storm Is Coming
An angry grey comes from the deepening storm
Caressing the wings of petrels, gulls and a
Lone storm riding albatross
Greens curling twisting into grey corners
Black edges spitting razor rain
Wind driven craziness
Smiling predatory hunters gather on the front line
Storms bring nervous food sources
That have lost caution
Thrown it to the wind so easy
This wind that whips up salty froth
The rain rains
Big fish eat
Little fish die
There is a symphony of sound
That no one hears
Storms assume that the world is deaf
There is a hundred colours here
Mixing on this easel of nature
Out here on the sea of bluster
This way and that way
The wind and the waters
The wind and the waves
The wind and the wild
Wanton storm song
That no one else can sing
And the birds wheel and cry
Turn and fly away just before they cant
The beasts of the deep grey green
do the same
Only I cannot turn and fly away
Only I remain and scream at the sight
sound and might.
poem by Geoffrey Fafard
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When It Storms
The thunder is a metaphor of the frustration I feel.
The rain – my tears.
The way the winds rip through the trees and destroys pieces of a living being –
just as I rampage in a whirl-wind breaking the spirit of myself and of the ones I love.
When the storm subsides, I cry no more.
My clouds have exhausted themselves.
Although the sun breaks through,
I am left with the guilt of being so harsh
of lashing out…
At the end of the storm,
I find a calm,
but not the peace I was hoping to find.
poem by Stacy Rodriguez
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In A Lifetime
Clannad
Hard to tell
Or recognize a sign
To see me through
A warning sign
First the thunder
Then the storm
Torn asunder
In the storm
(bono
Satisfied
If the past it will not lie
The future, you and i
Get blown away)
In a lifetime in a lifetime
And as the rain it falls
Heavy in my heart
Believe the light in you
Faded and worn
Torn asunder in the storm
(bono
Begin again
As the storm breaks through
So the light shines in you
Without color
Torn asunder in the storm
Unless the sound has faded from
Your soul
Unless it disappears)
First the thunder
Then the storm
Torn asunder
In the storm
(bono:
Selfish storm
Hold on the inside
One life
In the storm)
In a lifetime
In a lifetime
In a lifetime
In a lifetime
song performed by by U2
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