The Storm Poem by Brian Stafford

The Storm



Rain clouds gather round me,
I wish they'd go away;
A dark storm is above me,
I can't see the light of day;
There's thunder in my ears,
and lightning in my eyes;
I'm looking for a harbour,
to be safe from the storm;
I gaze into a tea cup,
a storm is brewing there;
I'm looking for a safe house,
to keep me warm and dry;
The atmosphere's electric,
I'm getting overcharged;
I'm driving through a tempest,
to escape the entourage;
Got to find some shelter,
to keep the spirits up;
I'm sailing in rough seas,
looking for some calm;
Everywhere I go, the rain clouds,
seem to follow me;
My head is getting battered,
with teardrops from the sky;
I'm looking for a strong wind,
to chase the dark clouds out.



© 2010
Brian J Stafford

Saturday, January 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Lacovara 24 January 2015

A familiar forecast...I wish for you no more cloudy days. Well written piece expressing the darkest of storms....Still no rain, no rainbows. PEACE

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