The Storm
Could this be the one?
Dark clouds slowly come from the American west
Looming in droves
Eager to do battle towards the round ground
With the weapons they have inside
Near a deserted road surrounded by high green trees
With increasing speed
They form into lines of three
Usually, right now I’m indoors
Safe from a storm
Watching it perform
It’s acting
At the nearest window from a safe distance
Just one out of an audience of thousands or millions
But in this moment
I stand before the noise
Excepting that this storm could be the one
That’ll take me under
At least I wonder
In the back of my mind
While the wind begins to come alive
Feeling satisfied
That a target is in its eyesight
If it blows me into space…thou will be done
Flashes of purple lightning illuminate the sky
Inspiring more to join the party
The heat of the storm is near
Causing storm lovers nearby to roar and clear
Its rising intensity forces me to close my eyes
And stand in the storm
Feeling the rain drops & the howling wind all over
Like a stoic soldier
With a hint of emotion
Waiting for the sky ocean
To take me away
My eyes remain closed while the storm cooks
But not a trace of the storm is on me
After minutes of roaring
Silence takes over the land
My eyes open slowly
To be greeted by a smiling sun
With blue skies accompanying it
Causing me to smile also
It’s a new day to live
A new chance to make a change
Whether big or small
Another day to learn how to stand tall
When the storms come
The sun comes after every storm. 😊🌞