STORM WEATHER POETRY
A Rainy Season Poem
Pressure is beginning to build
Dragging, pulling at my limbs
Unseen weights clinging to my soul
A dull ache in my head, thudding
Far in the distance
But it is rolling in
Blasting through the ether
Booming, such authority announcing its arrival
The blackness comes.
Superficial darkness, for it is day
Wind whistles around the trees
Leaves tumble, swirling to the ground
And it bursts, the crack of the thunder
Next, the rain will come.