Bring The Storm


A Rainy Season Poem

The storm rolling in © 2020, Anouska Parr

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
That smell!

Next, the rain will come.

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