Dark Skies - Poem by Ruth warren
Black clouds ahead, there's a storm
she can here the thunder rumbling,
before the storm begins.
Raindrops on the window, dancing
animals fleeing for safety, as she's
done so often herself.
The blackness of the sky, awaiting
whatever may come;
anticipating havoc in their world,
as she has many times done.
The swaying of the trees, blowing
a soft kiss goodnight;
to the bright, sunny clouds, that
don't excist in her grey life.
The wind becomes stronger now, the
storm is oh, so near;
she watches as the lightning strikes,
and thinks, 'My storm is already here'.
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