Out Of The Storm Poem by Chris Mackie

Storm clouds blanket the sky
Dark and gray, they come rolling by
Rain thrashes down, stinging my face
It hits me head on as I pick up the pace

Unforgiving, I’m soaked to the bone
“Come on legs, carry me home”
A glimmer of hope, sun rays shine bright
I walk out of the storm and skip into the light.

Copyright Chris Mackie 04/01/2007
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