Poetry

All That’s Left … #poetry

Hold your hand out – do you feel it?

Tentative drops

The first sign of the storm

Look up as they begin to cascade

falling freely faster

black clouds swirl in the stratosphere

sounds  terrify and thrill

pounding grows nearer shaking the air

light slashes through the sky marking its spot

tumult of water unstoppable

elements compete against each other to create a cacophony of sound

Will darkness ever be dispelled?

A silent interlude

Clouds hear their cue move along their path

yellow rays glow

flowers lift their faces once more

looking down you see a puddle

reflecting the end

all that’s left of me…

 

Thanks to Marcin Kargol for the great shot http://www.flickr.com/photos/powazny/3782692376