Poetry

Stormy (#1390)

It was a dark and stormy night,
Cliché I know, but it fits just right,
Pitter-patter against the windowpane,
Ah, the soothing sounds of rain,
Lightning crackles across the sky,
Moments later the boom of thunder sound waves by,
The wind was whipping just outside,
A few early fallen leaves take lift and ride,
The clouds above swallow the moonlight,
And keep the stars tucked out of sight,
The trees rustle in the black,
And the wind howls right back,
The yard is lit for a brief flash,
And the house shakes with the violent crash,
Why do storms have the power to heal?
Why do storms have such a spiritual feel?

Any Thoughts?

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