My morning turned to dusk,
Laughter quieted into wails and my life came
To a halt! Buffeted by the news I never fathomed I’d hear,
My hinds lifted me off aimlessly.
Run, run the winds howled at me.
I heard nothing but the deafening tears that rained down my face.
I was facing the biggest storm ever!
The sounds of the season return,
winds whistle our way with ferocious rage…
rains helplessly pound down my window pane
with boisterous intensity.
The skies are thickened with gloomily, grey clouds as
sparks of lightning slice through with electrifying splendor.
as reckless as the fury of a drunken spouse,
rustling leaves conjure melodic notes,
swaying trees back and forth, unabashed.
Relentlessly, pounds, speeds through without a care.
A soothing pause, a respite for a few…
Then, illuminating flurry, thundering, gleaming
through the night skies;
In the distance winds howl,
enters another round of fury!
A pacifying pita, pat continue,
a gentle lull to sleep.
Only but for a few, awakened,
Yet another round of roaring lights shattering
through the shutters again and again…
Once more, asleep under the enchanting lull of
the calming force of Mother Nature.
Now and then, trepidation grips,
that the rage yet again, gains control!