Tantrum

narrative in rhyming quatrains

 

Tantrum

 

Storm clouds massing threateningly

 had turned the sky gun metal gray.

 The world waited expectantly,

 a thunder storm was on its way.

 

Silence reigned and nothing stirred.

The breeze disturbed no single leaf

There were no bird calls to be heard.

 It was as if I had gone deaf.

 

The silence was itself a threat

a promise of what was to come.

A copper plated certain bet.

The thunder rolling like a drum.

 

Foretold the coming of the rain

 in driving sheets across the moors.

The wind was howling out its pain,

 behind the rain the driving force.

 

The scattered trees stood patiently

As the dry earth absorbed the flow

of rain which fell incessantly.

The trees were wise enough to know.

 

The storm would pass it could not last

The clouds disperse,the skies turn blue.

The sun break through the overcast

Reveal a well washed world anew.

 

It lasted but an hour or so

and then departed suddenly

as summer storms are wont to do.

A lesson in futility.

 

The earth abides but storms move on.

The brief show of authority

which they display is quickly gone.

 A return to normality.

 

25-May-08

 

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Reviews

[Dawn]

you have an amazing talent for rhyming...this is a lovely poem welcoming the storm!!
Thank you for the review of my poem...I will try my best to follow your suggestions.

[V. K. Harris]

Amazing write, earths power with the storm, beautifully written.