The Rage And Roar Of The Storm Poem by Matthew Holloway

The rage and roar of the storm
Beyond the canvas of my window
The bending trees and darkened clouds
Birds flying as though in retreat
The world sits there looking
So forlorn and breaking
The whispers between tree branches
And the rooftops of every building
Speak of it, and it's coming
The rage and roar of the storm
The rainfall upon the canvas
The fury and the poetry
So dark and wildly beautiful
A melancholy of nature
A wild fury out flowing
Yet somehow peaceful
The winds which howl
And rains that fall
Shall always be
As they wish to be