Black and gray clouds gathered
Everything as though asleep
The silence was deafening
The birds never uttered a peep
You could smell the fury coming
In the distance the flash of light
As the thunder began to roar
Became as the dead of night
The sky opened and sighed
It could no longer contain
The leaves shook as in fear
As gravity grabbed hold the rain
The winds seemed to come alive
With a mind of their own
Misplacing God's creations
Moving things to and fro
The ground welcomes without hesitation
Taking in all it can
The clouds burst from inside
As it continues to water the land
Lightening strikes and thunder roars
Commanding the attention of us all
With authority and power
Proud and standing tall
The trees bow in respect
As the wind demands to be
More powerful than the rain
The flowers lay at the feet
Peace be still!
God firmly calls
The storm is quickly reminded
He's the God of us all!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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'The silence was deafening', is so true! It is an eiree stillness in that you know what is about to happen. You are right, we are humbled before God and 'The Storm'. This poem is very well written. A 10.