• Erin Snedeker

Storm



Wind swirls the sweaty air

A scent, fresh and starry

Surfs wind to blanket the ground,

Floats above ground.

A storm is coming.


Sky builds monsters

In dark clouds, flickering,

Rumbling, warning

Of the torrent

And the tumult.


Wildlife flees, finds shelter.

"Hunkers down."

Shakes in time to the thunder,

Bows to crackling crown,

It knows who reigns.


Storm rages, screams, thrashes

Wildlife bent low in reverence,

Bends and startles shrubs and trees

All are washed clean as the storm moves on

And sighing, the grass glows green

 

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