One Stormy Day – Poem

The grey heavens rumble,
A fight occurring deep within them,
Seeking an eternal escape now.
And forever with the lightening sword,
Stabbing over and over, exploring excitedly,
The world without.
And below the ground looks up,
Eagerly awaiting the obvious.
From what stares all around.
And the damned drown from pores,
That splinter from the force,
Flooding all that swells beneath.
And the heavens find relief,
Through the rumbles, the swords,
The ongoing effort of nature’s everlasting cycle.
And the constant play park of fun,
Except at the end of the longest stormy day,
When the grey heavens stab and splinter open.
And so too do the grey, peaceful eyes.

© 27th March 2013

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