Moments From A Hurricane Poem by Midnight Clarity

The world is wet
each leaf, each blade
of grass hangs heavy
with its burden.
Thunder growls,
the sky an empty
belly sucking up
the moisture from the sea
to grow more rain
Wind whispers, cackles,
howls its many voices
sound that vibrates
in the bone and raises
shivers with its eerie
echoes in the hall.
And every now and then
it stops
a silence masses,
waiting
pause between the breaths
exploding into spitting squalling
noise again.