Storm Poem by Joe Ray

Clouds gather and form moving towards a final storm; electricity charged they crackle and surge holding on fast to their thunderous urge.

The clouds collide at altitude height, waiting to release a flash of lightning with all of their might.

A bolt is charged and sent to the ground where later on, only scorched earth will be found.

Anger passes and clouds soon dissolve, and a waiting sun appears intent on resolve.

Watching patiently the tired grey sky clear, the sun’s rays happily shine away any long forgotten fear.