Storm by Ann Wood

There is a storm outside, the sky is gloomy and lightnings pierce it.
I'm snuggled up in bed and praying for the storm to pass quickly.
There is a summer storm outside, the trees are bending under the strong wind.
Birds prepare for their long flight south, people brace themselves for the long winter.
Outside, the storm is in its element, and I'm snuggled up in bed, watching the shadows dance in the dark.




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Written on 2022-08-25 at 00:05

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the strength and simplicity of this poem, it's like a storm: elemental.
2022-08-31