The blinding light
Of the brightest ever sun
Suddenly shrouded
By a thick pall of impenetrable darkness.
A strange silence engulfs.
A sudden chill creeps in;
The wind begins to blow
Gently-wildly-ferociously,
Forming a dense screen of dust.
The wind gains momentum.
It sucks the dry leaves
Up towards the sky,
A greedy funnel forms;
The trees sashay to the rhythm.
The wind begins to howl.
A roaring thunder roars,
Alarms the mighty earth,
Rips it off its grave silence,
And shoves it into utter chaos.
A frightening darkness befalls.
Now, I can hear the sky
Shrieking with pain;
Thunder-bolt and lightening,
Now it breaks into rain.
A heavenly downpour.
The anger subsides;
Tears begin to flow;
Nature reconciles.
A cool breeze gently blows.
A curious sun peeps,
Spreading a bright smile;
Darkness evaporates.
The landscape dazzles again.
2nd October 2006
hi asma great thought Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one's head a 10 for ur storm of thoughts peace jibin...........
This is really superb descriptive writing; I'm not surprised it has got so many '10s'.
The life of a storm fabulously depicted in this poem. the imagery and structure outstanding. All the best, Diane
The imagry in this poem is absolutely fantastic, thanks for the running explanations, fabulous--great poem Asma--Melvina--
Wow that certainly took me on a dynamic journey. Thank you Asma.....
A remarkable description of a storm and it fury, your imagry is spectacular. You paint a fantastic pictue and you do it well. Excellent work Asma, I truly enjoyed the read.--Melivna--
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
strongly it reminds Wordsworth