Many don't like thunder,
I really don't know why.
I've alway though of it as a protector.
Chasing away the stormy skies.
He shepherds them through,
And chases them away.
Follows them over the hills,
Way out passed the bay.
When returns he is quiet.
His arguments are now done.
He's protected the skies above,
Making the lightening and rain run.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Grey day Black night Sun and Moon Hide out of sight. Clouds dominate Cover stars Sulking giants Leaving scars. But they are sad They cry rain To fill rivers and lakes and oceans Again.
This wind is wild, Whipping the scrawny Fingers of the trees Into a lashing frenzy, Pulling leaves, Like teeth from blackened gums, Scattering their dying forms, A sprinkling of confetti, On the...
Wind wind how she roars clattering at our windows and banging down our doors. taking casualties as she blows.
I am the wind,. I am the breeze,. I rip through,. The luscious trees,. I howl and whistle,. I growl and gripe,. I rattle your windows,. On stormy nights,. I change shape,. I twist and twirl,.
Lashing down in torrents, Fierce in its rage, Waning at its edges, Harsh at every stage. Pouring down about us, Angry as it falls, Making hissing, snapping sounds, Animal-like calls.
There's nothing like, A real good storm. Don't know where it's going, Don't know where it's from. The calm before the hit, The eerie silence after it.
I feel everything.
A weeping willow said to me. I'm crying uncontrollably. Because all of the other trees. Are growing skyward unlike me. There there I said don't be depressed. You're better dressed than all the rest.
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