Sparks ready to fly,
Tumult in the wings,
Shadows flashing by.
Ever changing by the hour,
Cast aside, tossed
In the cyclonic winds
Drenched as the rains pour,
Nature’s hammering at the door.
Shattering the silence,
Determined in its path,
Such anger and hostility
In this, a storm’s wrath.
In minutes it’s all over,
From behind a cloud peeps the sun,
Sadly just a passing visitor,
Of many, this is but one.
Photo: River Avon July 2015
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