Hello, I bet you’re all wondering why I gathered you here today.
Wait, you came here by yourselves?
Okay, never mind.
Anyways, for this Poetry Thursday (I still haven’t figured out any alliteration that I can use to make it sound more catchy, but one day I will have an epiphany) I have a storm theme. I strongly advocate for drawing inspiration from the world around you, and since I am one of those people that takes their own advice (*gasp!* they do exist) I wrote an obnoxious amount of poetry on storms, as it has been storming where I live almost all day. After a cup of sugar with coffee and cream, I was inspired enough to create all of these following gems:
Dragon of Storms
When I was younger,
I met a dragon made of storms.
With his gravelly voice composed of thunder,
He told me about his dismal existence
Of solitude in the skies.
I watched his eyes flash with lightning
As he bagged against weather reports.
The colors of his dark, dreary, charcoal scales shifted,
Showing patterns of cloud movement.
As he spoke of storms and destruction,
His wings beat breeze into gusts.
Tears fell from his lightning eyes
In regret from his destructive nature.
Those tears became the rain,
And as I studied this dragon of storms,
Life sprang up at his feet.
Grass, crops, flowers, tree saplings.
I tried to show the dragon
The life behind his destruction,
But he could not see the life within himself,
For he was too distracted by the storm.
The rain continues falling,
Drumming on tin roofing
Singing its song of sorts,
Acting out in rebellion
Against today’s weather forecast.
As The Storm Rages On,
A sudden gust of well-aimed wind
Causes the aging house to creak in protest.
Deafening lightning flashes brightly.
Blinding thunder booms,
Bombarding the static filled atmosphere.
The sound of nature’s lullaby
Takes on a dangerous chord of dissonance
Frightening the swaying trees
Into curling up their leaves toward heaven.
An act of begging mercy
From Mother Nature herself.
Meanwhile she waits
While holding her breath,
For the storm to finish brewing.
Storms feel like power
More often than anger.
There seems to be a victorious sort of joy
In the booming thunder,
A maniac spark lies within lightning.
Plants rejoice in the falling rain,
Perking up, facing leaves to the sky
In response to nature’s battle cry.
Warmth in the Cold
Raindrops are colder
Than the wind,
But the rejuvenation
After a long winter
Makes the cold
Just a little bit warmer.
Opportunity in Storms
Sometimes I think
Storms get a bad rap.
Some find them scary,
Others find them ominous,
But I think storms
Are more of a sign.
Loud, flashing destruction
Brings life back to wilting plants.
People never seem to notice
When life provides them
With the same opportunity.
There were actually a lot more storm-themed that I wrote today in my sugar-ed up, caffeinated state, but I only kept the ones that I liked for your enjoyment.
Thank you for your attention.
Please return next week for more superb writing to distract you from the drudgery of politics and the concept of last thursdayism.