Storm is comingA Poem by Heather Anne
You should see the sky.
Dark and stormy, all lights gone out, as water comes down. Smell the air, hide inside. The storm's coming, to wipe it all out. You should be inside, stop yourself, because the weather reflects, your every emotion. See the lightning, angrily streaking. The thunder screaming, a mirror of you. you should see outside, twisted and broken. Abused by the weather a great mess to fix. Feel the atmosphere, oppresively clamy. Your pain expressed in ever downpour. © 2012 Heather AnneFeatured Review
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