Storms Brewing

Atmosphere charged,
Sparks ready to fly,
Tumult in the wings,
Shadows flashing by.
Negative energy
Familiarities lost,
Ever changing by the hour,
Cast aside, tossed
In the cyclonic winds
Drenched as the rains pour,
Minimal visibility,
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.
angry sky final dayPhoto: River Avon July 2015

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Storms Brewing

  1. scifihammy says:

    Nicely written 🙂 Yes, you are having a great many storms!

  2. Sue Ranscht says:

    I loved the relentless forward moving energy.

  3. So much great imagery in this post. Fun to read, not so much fun living it. Come back sun! (It must have gotten confused that and is spending too much energy here – we’re under extreme heat alerts now Hot hot hot. Hope things moderate there a bit for you!)

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