Picture courtesy of http://www.telegraph.co.uk I heard it first
before I saw it flash in anger
Its rumble and roar
mighty in its scream
Did shake the foundations
of my abode
As the sky let loose
its waters of frustrations
Tears pummeling the panes
and roof outside
People running for cover
from its wrath
Wanting to be heard
by all who will listen
And then it strikes out
in a stretch of white
Forking across the sky
reaching seemingly for those below
Then the sky clears
briefly, a glimpse of blue
The mood now maybe
subdued
And then it starts again
as stones of hail
Pound all in its wake
venting blind fury
Differentiating between no living thing
And I feel its pain, anger,
wrath and sorrow
I feel its loss, frustration
and sadness
For we are one
in our emotional being
Striking out to
be heard
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Fantastic imagery. Well written in abundance.
Bless you, thank you. I was caught in the storm today so wrote this in honour of it.
You’re very welcome! Glad you came through OK from the storm 🙂