The storm is going away;
I can breathe a while.
The skies are making way
For the storm to leave.

Its deadly arms have lashed
The ground to thousand bits,
It’s ghastly, fearsome eyes
Burnt the trees they hit.

I know it isn’t over:
I know it’s coming my way.
It’s only a matter of time
Until the storm returns.

Only a moment’s peace,
The relief it will bring,
I’d better start running
Before the storm returns.

The deafening roar of thunder-
Many a nerve has bent;
The storm must have its plunder
Until its rage is spent.

The damage has been done:
I know it’s not forever;
But I had better be gone
Before the storm gets here.

My book of poems is now available on Kindle: Lonely Journeys