The storm

The angry sky grows darker as the rain clouds grow near.
Calm, now awaits- at a distance a moan of a storm is heard.
The wind fills with the smell of rain, faster it becomes a rolling gust.
The trees were flailing and bobbing, unresisting the raw energy lust.

The tree swaying- a welcoming dance- clouds offering rain-
A welcome relief, the clouds bursting-down pouring rain-
Storm orchestrated, music blunder- crashing- cymbals like thunder-
The “darken angry skies” briefly alights, like fireflies lights the night skies.

The raging downpours of rain, washing the earth
Removing the earth of hate once again- for only love, it thirst

Calm flows freely- a sweet gentle breeze flows over the earth.
The sunrays fingers through the clouds- a rainbow appears-
A reminder of God’s promise- “the earth” a suckling fruit waiting for God to rid its thirst, so it can continue to bear fruit.