The sun failed to divide the day into morning, noon, and night, Dressed in black and gray like a long spell of twilight, Stretched twenty four hours till dawn in an endless gloomy weeping, Under smoky skies soaked and dripped the town. Pillars of water connected earth and heaven, Only to come down, undone crashing in a torrent.
Boundless streams of rain roared through streets; Wild and wicked brown swirls in a flight, Recklessly thrashed, and tore at vegetation, And Paved the lows and highs of ground even.
The temporary flows gathered and gained width, Sweeping away stranded breathless, towards the unknown A race with no rules or regulations, Discarded objects floated and plunged in and out of sight, Creating an unease over nature’s might The day lost count of time and space In a cold, wet wild dance, Till the clouds lost strength and parted, calling it quits, To gather again for the next meet.
There’s a hurricane roaring outside and a storm brewing in my heart; so may emotions in so little time, first push you aside then call you mine. Doubts racing across my mind clouding my usual common sense. Give me time
Decorative floral arrangements along the sinking coasts Separative morales deranges my song and inkling notes Charrington’s coral courageous and strong linking two boats His passion lays in the rubble of ruin, up in smoke She’ll cash in roaring winds and
Spring time and rain blooming of flowers purple haze of a storm on the horizon gray is mixed above the cloudline memories of you and me becoming one as A Storm of Fire passion melting like fervent heat butterflies in
THE WHIRLING STORM OF EVIL From the dark recluse in my thatched mud hut I barricaded myself; with the palm of my hands pressing tightly against my ears, vainly trying to shut out the mournful tune of the dirge playing
She was so naïve roving the boat across the stream The flow so smooth and even – life looked a dream Seldom failed to thank, keeping it tidy, her lovely boat So steady and strong, like soul mate they were