Tuesday, 7 June 2011

The Calm before the Storm

Creatures of the day are sleeping..
Creatures of the night are peeping..
Its a dark and silent night.

The dry leaves are rustling.. 
The cool wind is whistling..
Its a cool and quiet night.

All of a sudden, there is a spark..
Sky is filled with clouds - huge and dark.. 
Its begun to drizzle.

Show of lightening and thunder..
Tearing the calmness asunder.. 
Things changed like a ruffled puzzle.

Now the strong scary wind growls..
As scared street dog howls..
Here comes the scornful storm! 

To its mighty force, the trees dance.. 
Blurred is everything, within a glance.. 
Nature has taken its fearful form.

Submitted as part of Thursday Poets Rally 47