The wind moans up on high
As dark clouds race across the sky
The house on the hill shudders in the wind
You see the rain storm across the plain begin
The sun hides behind the black cloud
As the temperature drops and the storm is proud
You can feel the electricity in the air power up
As the Lightning flashes and the darkness is corrupt
The rains lashes the windows as they rattle loud
The hours slowly pass as does the cloud
The rain drains away as the gutters flow
Nature's elixir of life is ready for god's sow.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We've had a summer of rain in Wales. Lovely ink.