Storm

The silken threads of darkness
weave their way across the sky
causing day to turn to night.
Rolling clouds clash together
bringing spears of light and sound
and then one cries a million teardrops
to splash upon the ground.
More dark clouds rumble together
and blue streaks momentarily
light up the darkened sky.
Everything shelters best it can
from the wanton storm
as it continues to fight
its way above their heads.
Soon the last teardrops are shed
and day returns again.
A single arch of colours
lingers under the sun
once the storm has passed
angrily on its way.

21 October 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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