Storm Watch – original poem


Storm Watch

Awash with anticipation I look to the western sky.

The power shaking the air before the storm arrives.

Dark clouds barreling and bullying forward.

Making known its coming with smoldering threats.

The smell of the air is familiar, heavy, and foreboding.

Animals scurry taking heed the warning of Mother Nature.

Leaves flipping and curling on the trees awaiting a violent drink.

An enveloping of darkness foreshadowing the angry rains.

Thunder calling ahead with a daring in its voice.

Quiet and calm skittishly waiting to be chased away.

With a sense of danger and fascination dancing a mysterious tango.

I pray we find no wake of destruction upon its passing.

I listen closely, knowing the possibilities that approach.

Snuggling a little deeper in the comfort of my home.

Awaiting the cleansing on tomorrow’s dawn.

The first drop bounces on my window.

~ Barbara Bernard Miller

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