Before Storming Rains Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Evening breezes slightly cooled before storming rains,
kept alive with little effort on it's part.

Gathering momentum from raging anger hidden within it's
tranquil appearance, beginning so pure and innocent,
then tearing itself apart to cry upon earth.

Shattering it's peace with storming fury, sending
everyone indoors to wait for it to settle down, no more
a major worry.

Gentle teardrops, single file, falling into piles of
others, causing puddles to form and spread themselves
around.

Making miniature lakes, reflecting images from their
immediate surroundings.

Recognizing the art within each watery canvas, walking
along admiring the beauty shown to us right here on
earth, if we only look for it.