ENGULFED WITH IN THE STORM

Cultivated by the pale grey sky..
Mused by the dreariness of spring
Enabled by the cool breeze
Before the rain
Chilled by its whisper
Through my room window
And out of my room door

“ENGULFED WITH IN THE STORM”

The smell of rain
Enriches the shutter of lightening
Followed by thunder
As the storm grows
Ride the wave as it comes
As the pale grey sky
Begins to twirl
“ENGULFED WITH IN THE STORM”
The funnel emerges
And reaches out to touch the ground
I don’t quite understand
Why it’s pulled back up
Into the sky
And then it fights its way
Back to touch the ground again

“ENGULFED WITH IN THE STORM”

Finally it reaches its goal
And gains the strength
It needs
To cause chaos and Destruction
And then it leaves..

“ENGULFED WITH IN THE STORM