The Storm Poem by Christopher Tye

The Storm

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The Storm

Storm clouds massing on the horizon,
Nature on the rampage across the land,
Thunder and lightning the storm troopers,
Massing before the deluge arrives.

Us mere humans running for cover,
As nature rains and the winds blow,
Trees bow under nature's might,
Thunder shaking buildings to the foundations.

Lightning illuminating the land and nature's power,
Storm drains in full flow with rivers of rain,
Window panes rattling as the rain lashes down,
Umbrella's losing the fight as the wind blows.

Sodden ground and wind strewn leaves,
Mosses washed off roofs and tree trunks,
Damp cows and soaked sheep at pasture,
Nature's power leaving it's power in no doubt.

After the storm passes nature evolves,
The sun regains it's might as light pours down,
Sunrays glinting off puddles as steam rises,
Ducks paddling down the street while they can.

Rain drops draining off leaves dripping to the ground,
Damp grass looking greener than ever before,
Fruits swelling on bushes and tree branches,
Damp mouse's sunbathing on top of marrows in allotments.

Rainbows romp in the far horizon,
Chasing the disappearing storm clouds,
As sunrays dry this blessed land again,
And fluffy white clouds looking like they've been washed.

Now the rain has washed the dryness of summer away,
Life is reinvigorated and growing at full pelt,
Wheat swelling enough for harvest time,
Rivers and streams flowing with force again.

Young children relishing the chance to get muddy,
The beaches swelling with holiday makers again,
Shops and amusement arcades emptying after the rain,
Summer wouldn't be summer without thunder storms.

By Christopher Tye

Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: rain,storm,summer,sun,weather
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by Edward Shanks poem 'The Storm'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Annette Aitken 03 October 2016

You captured the storm in all its passion and fury.. discribed to a T....very nicely penned

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Cigeng Zhang 29 September 2016

Nature's power leaving it's power in no doubt.... Summer wouldn't be summer without thunder storms. Wonderful lines. When we face the storm, our strength has to grow. Thank you for this subject.

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Edward Kofi Louis 28 September 2016

Now the rain has washed the dryness of the summer away! ! Nice piece of work.

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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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