The Storm Poem by Lagaya Evans

Black and gray clouds gathered
Everything as though asleep
The silence was deafening
The birds never uttered a peep

You could smell the fury coming
In the distance the flash of light
As the thunder began to roar
Became as the dead of night

The sky opened and sighed
It could no longer contain
The leaves shook as in fear
As gravity grabbed hold the rain

The winds seemed to come alive
With a mind of their own
Misplacing God's creations
Moving things to and fro

The ground welcomes without hesitation
Taking in all it can
The clouds burst from inside
As it continues to water the land

Lightening strikes and thunder roars
Commanding the attention of us all
With authority and power
Proud and standing tall

The trees bow in respect
As the wind demands to be
More powerful than the rain
The flowers lay at the feet

Peace be still!
God firmly calls
The storm is quickly reminded
He's the God of us all!