Storm

A Poem by Zall

Storm, simple as that.

By the window, by the window,
Do you see, how she's wild and free?
Howling, scowling, wild and free,
Much like the day, of a late winter's eve.
She opens her mouth, and breaths by the wind,
Fluttering eyes, is that but a sin.
The evening will follow, and dawn will soon wake,
For this dangerous beauty, is much like a quake.
Children scream, but fear is just sorrow,
For I am sure, she'll be by tomorrow.