Thursday, December 10

Free Verse : Storm

Dark clouds curl at the mouth of sky
Dust rises, invades and blinds the eyes
The wind howls in rage, throws itself at
window panes and doors like bad intent
Thrown empty plastic bottles scuttle away
Pieces of paper sway in the fury of nature
A silver streak of anger darts across the sky
The rains come abruptly, without warning
Matching the storm’s fury, step by step
And then changes to a drizzle, like a balm
Inside the living room, we sit beside the fire
And nurse our storm fantasies with ghost tales

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