Storm's Comin
I can smell it in the air. Almost taste it
Before me lies a solid gray horizon
Dark clouds hastily trip across the sky
Orange streaks peek through rents in their fabric
Storms comin!!!
Anchored near the shore a restless dinghy
Rocks nervously in anticipation
Rolling thunder whispers in the distance
Flickers of lightning reveal it's presence
Storms comin!!!
The breeze stiffens escalating the scent of rain
Ripples in the lake run further up the sand
As if they were seeking refuge there
Storms comin!!!
I feel the urgent raindrops sting my face
Falling as do arrows from the bow
The wind whipped rain pounces on the water
And the tethered dinghy struggles to be free
It's here!!!
12/06/2011
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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