Unending Storm Poem by Justin Reamer

I sit in the basement,
And I watch out my window,
For the sky is dark,
And filled with clouds,
Clouds as dark as night.

The rain keeps falling atop the roof,
Pit-pat, pit-pat, it splashes constantly,
And the wind is blowing rather hard,
Making the trees dance
To an unheard eerie rhythm.

Lightning appears in the sky,
Every split second,
Making a luminescent flash,
And it's Zeus' thunderbolt,
Striking whatever causes wrath.

The clap of thunder
Is loud and brusque,
And it echoes across the house,
And continues to rumble,
Like a continuing drumline,
As if the percussionists
Never cared to stop,
Even when the conductor cuts off.

My little beagle lies next to me,
Shaking frantically with
Such a tremour,
And panting constantly,
Like it's the most horrific thing
The world has come to know.
She fears the thunder,
And she tries to hide,
Looking for someplace safe.

The storm goes on,
It has continued for ten hours,
And keeps going,
Even at the time of noon.
I still see nothing but darkness,
And the sky hasn't cleared,
To all of our dismay,
So we will not go outside,
Due to the dangerous thunderstorm.

What the Greeks may have thought,
I can really describe,
And you may see,
That Ancient Times were superstitious.

When the storm came about,
The Greeks felt the wrath of the gods,
Zeus had been angry,
So he sent down his lightning bold,
And killed someone on sight.
Someone had enraged him,
And he killed the person,
Punishing him as such.

The rain was Demeter's,
For she made crops grow,
And this time, she was happy,
For Persephone was with her.

But Zeus was still angry,
Even with Demeter's happiness,
And he smote someone,
Anyone of his choosing.

But this is what the Greeks thought,
And that was long ago,
But we, as Christians,
Think differently,
With disasters such as these.

Long ago, God gave the weather
To Satan to control,
And Satan could do as he pleased,
And he would torment us.
In this unending storm,
He continues to torment us,
And God will allow it for a time,
But God prevails eventually,
And sends the clouds away,
Making the sun shine again,
High in the sky.

But the storm keeps on going,
And it still has not cleared,
But the dreariness will go away,
And the sun will shine again.