Danielle N. Calhoun

PERFECT STORM?

Sun is shining, birds are singing,
Thunder rolling in the distance,
Clouds roll in and the sun hides,
As the rain comes from the sky,
Birds stop singing, sky is dark,
Lightning strikes, a blinding spark,
From the sky as rain ensues,
The perfect storm, but for who?
No one out here but the trees,
Leaves are flying, branches swaying,
Grass is flowing, like a river,
Wind gets higher, as animals scatter,
Squirrels hiding, raccoons doing the same,
In this forest, in the rain, rabbits thumping,
Warning to all, go right now, don’t look back,
Winds are rising; rain is falling, clouds getting darker,
In this storm, a silent creature, flies the waves,
Of the storm, and its rage, not once flinching,
Not once faltering, her wings are glowing,
Like a torch, rain soon stops, and the clouds soon part,
The sun comes out, as she touches down,
Folding her wings, she brings the sunshine, after the rain.