Stormclouds

Dark clouds grow, grow and growl,
And hail the coming of the rain.
Thunder rolls, hot winds howl,
And lightning creeps in clouds with shame.

Overhead, water sheds,
It pitters patterns in your ear.
Never meek, storms that speak,
And tells you that it’s them you seek.

Let it call. Feel the storm,
Let the falling world be warm.
For when it leaves, when it’s light,
What a frightening sound and sight?

Warmer winds, gone away,
Now the silence of the day.