Storm Monster

An incoming storm–
a vast monster.
Waiting to drizzle
its deepest feelings;
waiting to gleam
its hidden despair;
waiting to rumble
its innermost anger.
Before this….
The sun fades,
as gloomy clouds
overtake the sky.
The humidity rises,
as the scent of rain
lingers in the air.
The breeze dies,
as gusts of wind
take its place.
And then….
rain splashes,
lightning flashes,
thunder crashes;
hails and patters,
strikes and flickers,
thuds and booms.
A developing storm–
an intensified monster.
Its feelings spilled;
its despair revealed;
its anger released.
Over and over,
ending the afternoon,
but continuing
through the night.

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