STORM BREWING

from the window
the sky turns-from blue to
black- could be a storm brewing
you can feel it, thick and moist
while the winds pick-up-ready
to blow air-as if
being ****** through a straw
then, bolts of light
ignite the night, taking center stage
soon the rains cut through
like a buzz saw, pelting for hours
on end- until you feel like
your going to go mad-as
the eye of this monster crosses overhead
your feeling blessed, cut a break, all is quiet
deathly so- your afraid to move
wanting to take a long held breath, it's over
until the rains come ; harder and
the commotion begins again-even stronger
showing mother nature's -nastier side

by Michael Perry