Storm Front

Storm Front long poem

Away in the distance on a cold dreary night
The horizon is lit by flickering lights
From storm clouds as black as the darkest heart
The lightning tears the very air apart

The grumbling mass of swirling bile
The silence, the earth, the night to defile
Like distant portents of desolate doom
Creating sorry shadows, a dusk far too soon

The dark silhouette of the cumulus mass
Allowing no view of the sunlight to pass
A force so unequalled in natures good grace
Rumbling and grumbling and gathering pace

The birds, from the trees, are fluttering by
Away from the ever darkening sky
Cats and dogs and people too
Running for cover, know what they must do

The first drops of rain as the vanguard appears
The fist sign of the tumult that we know, now, is near
A blinding flash and a rumble so loud
As the heavens open, shedding tears to the ground

The deluge arives with a deafening roar
Of wooshing water flooding over the floor
Wind whipping trees, waving to and fro
Bowing and scraping the branches below

The bright flash of lightning and following boom
Rattling it’s way trough the desolate gloom
The rain turns to hail bouncing high off the ground
Crashing and clanging the rooves all around

Barn doors rattle in percussive complaint
As the hail dents metal and dislodges paint
Cracks in the windows now threatening to break
The shutters are creaking a sorry debate

The hail starts to ease as the storm marches on
It’s battle crys raging a warning to come
As quick as it started, the hail disappears
Leaving soft gentle showers to wash away tears

As clouds start to break, the suns rays shining through
A hint of the sky so clear and so blue
The clouds have marched on and the heat on the ground
Raising whispers of steam floating lazily round

Nature, The Master and servant of none
Mother of all ‘neath the shimmering sun
From fresh sandy shores to deep frozen waste
A force that no other could hope to outpace.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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Beautiful poem about mother nature for sure no-one can outpace, but find a beauty in space. I have been in the middle of so many of those scenes you depicted and know you caught them spot on.


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