The Storm Poem by Bill Kamen

On a warm Spring morning,
Children are laughing and playing,
Fathers are spraying their young lawns,
And Mothers are planting their gardens.


By afternoon the sky quickly blackens
Day becomes night, darkness induces fear
among the residents, like the plague of darkness on Egypt.
The unruly wind blows the rain,
and the rain adheres to the leaves with tears

The wind intensifies
Birds struggle to fly
Children are crying

Suddenly a snake like cloud appears over the picturesque hills
fear turns to panic
residents attempt to find safety from the approaching storm.

A young mother and child
struck down by the wind
struggles to stand.
A father and son alone in a church
crawl under a communion table
praying for protection

In a moment, which seems like a lifetime
the storm is over.

Within the shattered homes and scattered rubble
A dying woman was found with her baby cuddled beneath her crying..
A father and son were found beneath the communion table in a church
The entire church was gone except for the father and son and that table

God must have been busy
Many souls were lost.