Storm Ride Poem by Andy Brookes

mood starkmorning blues
pale lemon sky blinks off nights cloak.
throughmist rises obsidion trees silhouetted stark drippingtears of dew.
weighty sky oppressive as my heavy thoughts,
presses down upon tiers of clouds hanging processional,
looking aggressive, purple edged, black, gravid with rain.
air curls humid viscid, leaves hang limp in breathless air.
deepanger roars the horizon rumbles, then is lit electric.

A prelude.

words tumble out an angry torrent
mirroring the soon proclaimed storm.
its fury let loose in sheets of vicious of rain.
bending boughs, pounding earth.
then just as quickly, like my anger, gone.