Counting this post, I have posted a year’s worth of weekly poems. It has taken me over a year to do so, but life happens.
I remember writing this poem while sitting outside watching a storm brew. I was written around 1993 or 1994.
Storm you are brewing
The winds are getting stronger
Blowing through the trees and plants
Hear the thundering
See the lightning
The skies are getting dark
The clouds begin to spin around
Like a group of children
On a Merry-Go-Round
The clouds have now stopped
Everything is still
The rain comes down
In itty-bitty drops
Not a person in sight
It’s almost like the still of the night
Only a bug to keep me company
I snuggle deep inside my clothes
Because after this who knows
What can happen
I think as I walk in my house
My head hung low
Used as a shield against all the racket.
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