The Storm Poem by Paul Warren
The Storm
He liked to stand out in the fresh air
And breathe in the coming storm
The clouds broiled upwards and the wind strengthen
With no doubt they would spill out to the ground
He liked the wind as it buffered him around
And the rain stung his icy face
The sun hides behind the clouds defeated
But he only wanted the wind and rain.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Sunday, February 21, 2021
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