The Oncoming Storm
I don't know if you've ever stood outside
when a storm is coming nigh.
When all the birds are silent
and the winds dare not to sigh.
I don't know if you've seen the clouds
gathering, expanding on the skyline.
The dark storm sky, the thick, still air,
a display of powers divine.
I don't know if you've witnessed
the stillness before the storm.
The thundering silence, the distraught calm,
when the tempest begins to form.
I don't know if you were on a plain
when the fierce wind approached.
When the whiplashed grass floundered
and the small bushes broached.
I don't know if you've felt
the torrential rain cascade.
Hit the pavement first, pause,
then resume without fade.
I don't know if you've stood
and looked upon the oncoming gale.
One that ends dreams and lives
and leaves naught but a tale.
I don't know if you've been caught
and tossed like a limp leaf.
Thrown before the element's might
never to see relief.
I don't know if you've been lost
with no relief or end in sight.
Lost in the tempest's wrath
hoping for a distant light.
I don't know if you've seen
the end of the mighty storm.
The peace and calm that follows,
when the sky's colors become warm.
I don't know if you've watched
and seen the end.
Painted clouds, cool, wet grass,
'Tis truly a godsend.
I don't know if you've ever stood outside
and just watched the clouds thunder through,
Wait out the storm and hope for light,
knowing the sky will turn blue.
when a storm is coming nigh.
When all the birds are silent
and the winds dare not to sigh.
I don't know if you've seen the clouds
gathering, expanding on the skyline.
The dark storm sky, the thick, still air,
a display of powers divine.
I don't know if you've witnessed
the stillness before the storm.
The thundering silence, the distraught calm,
when the tempest begins to form.
I don't know if you were on a plain
when the fierce wind approached.
When the whiplashed grass floundered
and the small bushes broached.
I don't know if you've felt
the torrential rain cascade.
Hit the pavement first, pause,
then resume without fade.
I don't know if you've stood
and looked upon the oncoming gale.
One that ends dreams and lives
and leaves naught but a tale.
I don't know if you've been caught
and tossed like a limp leaf.
Thrown before the element's might
never to see relief.
I don't know if you've been lost
with no relief or end in sight.
Lost in the tempest's wrath
hoping for a distant light.
I don't know if you've seen
the end of the mighty storm.
The peace and calm that follows,
when the sky's colors become warm.
I don't know if you've watched
and seen the end.
Painted clouds, cool, wet grass,
'Tis truly a godsend.
I don't know if you've ever stood outside
and just watched the clouds thunder through,
Wait out the storm and hope for light,
knowing the sky will turn blue.
7/8/13