Since I
seem to be on a storm bent these last few posts. Here’s one from another time
and how I embraced it into my memory.
It was a time a storm moved through in
the middle of the night. The weather department called it severe. There were
fiercely strong gusts, pelting rain and lots of lightening and thunder. I loved
it. The Muse came out again. Have a great weekend.
Night
Storm
© 2009,
2013 Rolland G. Smith
The joy
of rain came passing through
My
elemental sphere of life.
A type
of storm though known, but new
That
set, for some, a passing strife.
With
falling limbs from gust and strike
And
tearing heaves of nature’s breath,
The
thundered sound of lightning’s might
Delayed
by many miles of depth.
Each
storm is like an Escher paint
Complete
with knowing its return,
But I
embrace with no complaint
The
fury’s force without concern.
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