A stormy day
By Freya Anastasia Hatfield
A storm is brewing they say, the clouds are rolling in,
the sky’s getting darker, it’s the middle of the day, yet looks as dark as night
energy is building, little flashes appear every once in a while,
not enough for the clouds to erupt, not yet at least.
Nearby water turns the same colour as the sky above,
it once was a tranquil blue, it’s now a dark green turning dark grey.
Waves grow bigger the white horses become prominent.
The wind changes, the tide too has changed, it was calm now its raging
the sky too will soon join in, once this storm is in full blow.
The tree now start to rustle, birds fleeing for protection, they feel the storm
leaves start falling, small and weak branches too, this will be all that’s left once it ends,
the sound is growing, birds chirping, trees rustling, the sound of the sea getting stronger
the sky begins to rumble, the sound of thunder on its way, some say its the greek gods fighting, some say it’s the Gods moving furniture, others say it’s science.
Now the storm is here, the sky lights up, a combination of fork and sheet lightning
dazzles the sky, the light display is like no other, the crack almost shatters glass,
thunder now in full rumble overhead, it’s right on top of us,
it’s loud deafening even, the rain has come too, hailstones bounce, like balls
this is the music the earth creates, it doesn’t last for long half an hour or so, and it’s over.
The sky clears, the ocean calm once again, trees stop moving, birds return home
this is nature, this is a storm it doesn’t last, it leaves its footprint,
fallen trees, huge branches, leaves the size of a dinner plate, the clean up takes longer
it’s worth it for what was witnessed, it’s worth it for the much-needed water,
it relieves the tension that had been in the air. it’s calm for now,
there will be another one they say, hamper down they say this is storm season.
