Tantrum For Sidi Mahtrow Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Storm clouds massing threateningly
had turned the sky gun metal gray.
The world waited expectantly,
a thunder storm was on its way.

Silence reigned and nothing stirred.
The breeze disturbed no single leaf
There were no bird calls to be heard.
It was as if I had gone deaf.

The silence was itself a threat
a promise of what was to come.
A copper plated certain bet.
The thunder rolling like a drum.

Foretold the coming of the rain
in driving sheets across the moors.
The wind was howling out its pain,
behind the rain the driving force.

The scattered trees stood patiently
As the dry earth absorbed the flow
of rain which fell incessantly.
The trees were wise enough to know.

The storm would pass it could not last
The clouds disperse, the skies turn blue.
The sun break through the overcast
Reveal a well washed world anew.

It lasted but an hour or so
and then departed suddenly
as summer storms are wont to do.
A lesson in futility.

The earth abides but storms move on.
The brief show of authority
which they display is quickly gone.
A return to normality.

25-May-08

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