The clouds on the mountains like smoke are descending
And cloaking the sunlight they gather with force,
A storm is approaching with rumbles of thunder
And flashes of lightning that follow their course,
Ever encroaching the slopes are now hidden
They creep down the valley as dark as the night,
As echoes do tremble and rain begins falling
And I face the wrath of its vengeance and spite.
A strong wind is blowing and trees are now bending
As rain lashes down from the coal coloured sky,
Whilst shaking the branches with gusts unrelenting
And stripping their leaves as it races on by,
The drumming of hail that does cover the landscape
And glistens in silver as skies start to clear,
As a shaft of a sunbeam does shine through the blanket
Yet still distant rolls of the thunder I hear.
The clouds on the mountains are moving away now
Revealing the picture I so longed to see,
So still is the evening so green is the meadow
Now lit by the sunlight as if just for me,
The birds singing sweetly from boughs in the treetops
A whispering breeze brings a joy to the air,
As arching above there's a rainbow so vivid
That glows on the canvas through clouds of despair.
your poems always describe the nature so beautifully.... I admire your poems a lot.
You have painted TWO fantastic scenes onto one canvas elegantly mounted and displayed - for all to enjoy! ! *10*! Best wishes! Friend Thad
I think that Ernestine says it so accurately here Andrew, , , 'A purifying poem ' Leaving the reader refreshed and open to a new day Thankyou for this beautiful write Love duncan X
Andrew, you have brought to life through vivid images, a storm brewing, and after wards a calm descending uplifting the heart with serenity, beauty, joy and to top it all a rainbow, which i saw long time ago when Dellhi was not so pollutedlovely, breathtaking.20/10 Mamta
A lovely descriptive piece. You are a very good imagist.10 for you. As always, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Andrew I remember my very first poem was about a storm and I was too shy to read it in class after being taught writing poetry skills. You have used these - alliteration, personification, rhyme, rhythm, and painted a wonderful picture. Very well done. Karin Anderson