"Waiting for the Storm "

"Waiting for the Storm"

Greg Budig 2020

The morning air was 

thick and unsettled.

dampness stuck 

to everything. 

The sky moved weirdly 

in turbulent waves. 

An ominous feeling 

grew deep inside. 

Quietly the darkness 

grew on the horizon 

The heaviness gathered as

the atmosphere changed. 

Towering high above 

the clouds became angry. 

The stage has been set. 

The thunder deeply growls.

High in the distant 

tree tops I hear the 

first sign of a breeze. 

A muffled roar of leaves 

being twisted and turned. 

Waves of air passed 

 overhead, rising and 

falling like the sea. 

The wind then raced 

across the landscape. 

Flattening the unmowed

lawn. The overgrown 

lilac bush strained 

against it as leaves 

scattered through the air. 

Thunder rolled in its wake. 

Drops of rain soon 

fell heavy and fat.

Spotting the pavement 

in darkened tones. 

Causing me to quickly 

rush inside before 

the monsoon came 

rushing down the street. 

Safely in my house,

through rain streaked 

windows, I watched 

it all unfold. 

The lightning flashed, 

the thunder groaned,

 the afternoon had 

darkened to night.

It rained for hours,

becoming steady and slow,

the afternoon turned into night.

As evening came,

the horizon grew lighter

as the sun filtered through

the trees. A rainbow traveled

across the blue, yellow sky.

The End