Storm Poem by John Richey

Torrents of rain crash into the ground,
Each drop a silent threat from above,
Daring anyone to be out during the clamor.

Gusts of wind slams into everything,
Tearing at anything that can be moved,
Desiring to carry it off with its ferocity.

Thunder slowly turns to lightning,
The roar can be heard through the chaos,
Striking the ground with deadly precision.

Slowly walking through the streets,
Observing the power that nature brings,
Knowing that in all its rage...

It's still beautiful.