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The stormy skies - a poem in pictures
The stormy skies
I took a day off from work and rode a bike through my city. The scene was one of peace and beauty and then, within minutes as I was watching, the storm clouds gathered and the scene changed form one of quiet peace to angry skies and portents of storm. The wind whistled and howled. It shook the tress violently and almost instantly there was thunder and lightning and the noon changed to night. It was surreal, I just stood as a mute witness to the wrath of heaven and mercy flooding down. The pictures that I captured had a story of their own. I stood amazed! Even in her fury, nature could not be anything but beautiful. Her expressions captured my heart and soul. It almost seemed like healing rain was falling down! Join me in appreciating the fast changing scenes of the stormy skies!
The Stormy skies
The sky looked angry,
and changed colors so swiftly,
the sun seemed to hide,
behind dark clouds even at noontide!
The portents in skies,
Weren't merely lies,
Blustering wind fiercely blowing,
intent on seeing tears flowing,
Dust and muck it has blown up,
layering the flowers with its gloomy build up,
until the tears from heaven start drizzling down,
just enough to bring out a frown,
content with its awe inspiring spell,
the wind calms down and all is seemingly well!
The eerie stillness and unearthly calm,
just for a moment before it is gone,
the whistling of winds, the thundering noise,
lightnings now the skies deploys,
their weapons aimed,
to tame and maim,
the earthly peace which momentarily reigned,
sodden with rain,
head hanging in shame,
the trees bear it all,
letting the glorious flowers fall!
The battle prolongs,
and the day belongs,
to the wrath of heaven!
Mercy showers have fallen,
trees proudly preen,
in mantles green,
who won? who lost?
at what cost ?
a mystery still,
maybe, just a ephemeral thrill!