Storm

 

Little trails of raindrops
Lace on the windowpane
No one little trickle
Tracked a path the same
As it’s brethren running
Down the windowpane

Outside the day is gloomy
The wind blew in the trees
Clouds flowed across the sun
Almost night it seemed
Forks of jagged lightning
Reached down for the trees

Thunder rumbled loud above
Angry in the skies
A sound like giants throwing
Massive tumbling dice
Across their wooden tabletops
Hidden in the skies

The storm outside is growing
Lightning strokes are glowing
Violent winds are blowing
Rain seems never slowing
Nature’s power showing
As the storm out there keeps growing

©Aarron Mondello
7/3/2018

 

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