I watch from the distance, as the storm covers me;
pouring it's dreadful rain as the dust blinds me.
I look in awe and disgrace of the thundering clouds,
as the storm covered plain with a pouring rain shrouds.
Flash after flash would race across the sky,
beauty of lights would chase the clouds floating by.
The roaring songs of the wind bristling through the trees,
would be enough to put even myself at ease;
but no, this storm did not cover me,
just a tease floating by for me to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think i got it. i especially enjoyed: .............................................the thundering clouds, as the storm covered plain with a pouring rain shrouds. and: Flash after flash would race across the sky, beauty of lights would chase the clouds floating by. you fooled me and at the same time answered a question i had (about the poem) when you said at the end that the storm was just a tease. i DO love to hear strong winds whipping (but not destroying) the branches. thanks for sharing. :) i liked your bio also.