Pitter Patter, whispers incanting
All dark, deep and gloomy
Clouds hang heavy, enchanting
Splashing, crashing sounds of moody.
In the dark we sit and listen
To mother natures wrath
For lovers of water appear smitten
Awaiting the aftermath.
Moments before, all still, silence
The calm before the outrage
The wild, the untamed violence
Bursting out through clouds enraged.
Then as though by magic
Clouds separate, subsidence
Appearing through the tragic
Sunshine, a new day, the vibrance.
– Lisa Huntington
Coffee Shop Brunette 