Waiting For The Storm Poem by Barry Middleton

I await the storm that comes
to spread its sweet perfume
it will enclose my world in mist
that makes the orchid bloom

I know I can depend on gales
to fell the ancient trees
reminding me of all the harms
that bring me to my knees

with the storm new life is born
I see it in a flower
then I remember every man
can stay but for an hour

so rain and wind and life will be
whatever they will be
so summer storms will move aside
to let the sun break free