Summer's Tempest is in the air,
with roiling clouds everywhere.
Soon the sun begins to fade,
as rolling thunder pierced the glade.
Now the winds begin to rise,
in a violent battle for the prize.
Now the trees in a frenzied dance,
as the rain begins to flow and prance.
Soon lightening joins in the fight,
Striking trees and ground with it's might.
Branches crack, the leaves they shudder,
again, we hear the rolling thunder.
© June 3, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
with roiling clouds everywhere.
Soon the sun begins to fade,
as rolling thunder pierced the glade.
Now the winds begin to rise,
in a violent battle for the prize.
Now the trees in a frenzied dance,
as the rain begins to flow and prance.
Soon lightening joins in the fight,
Striking trees and ground with it's might.
Branches crack, the leaves they shudder,
again, we hear the rolling thunder.
© June 3, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
delighful, amazing flow, and i like the metaphor you used..also i dont think i have read this one before...
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