The fury of a storm
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I make my way stumbling,
towards the sliding glass door;
Which leads directly
to the balcony's floor.
I hear the wind whistle
like a runaway train;
Oh, the damage it's causing
to the frail weathered frame.
The wind gusts are blood curdling;
Mother Nature is enraged.
I thought I'd never see the day;
The rain undoubtedly reigns.
By obscuring the earth's sunlight
and the warmth and life it brings.
What was once a buzzing city street,
a swirling river is now the scene.
It's nature's supreme power;
Where on earth can God be found.
From atop I see trees lifted,
like kids' toys being tossed about.
Pedestrians are madly dashing,
seeking higher safer grounds.
Below, car horns keep blowing,
in hope someone can pull them out.
Water levels are quickly rising;
No safe haven can be found.
The Harsh pounding that the downpour
makes, sound like beating drums, gone wild.
It's forte symphonic melody,
percussion's score solo act.
The day is held a hostage,
by a disastrous baring flood.
I too am now a captive,
in this confined space called my home.
The walls seem to draw closer,
when the clouds conceal the sun.
In this scary gloomy dark space,
I'll wait it out till the danger is gone.
Pray that God keeps us protected
from this vengeance driven storm.
I hope the sun tomorrow shines
and warms us with its rays.
Keep contained the stormy rain clouds,
and mother nature's rage, at bay.
written on: July 10, 2017