Storm clouds gather in ominous silence,

darkening by the moment and laying in wait,

suddenly a clap of thunder shatters the calm,

and the  sky lights up bright as day.

Rumbling like a caged lion’s growl,

the storm erupts into gales of rain and bolts of electricity,

power ceases and a darkness falls

as the wind blows like a gray wolf’s howl.

As if an invisible hand has flipped a switch,

the storm ceases as quickly as it began,

a rainbow appears high over the world,

and a freshly washed day begins anew.

by: Beverly Beekmans