Storm

Storm rising

Slowly the clouds ate at the sky

consuming all in their path

The sun swept onward

and even it fell prey

first a little

then all at once it seemed

the clouds consumed the sun

darkness fell over the land

shadows were no more

darkness was at hand

flashes of light

blinded the air

crackles of static

exploded with despair

winds howled with delight

as they chased the bravest

away from the light

clouds swirled and ripped through the air

then came the tears

pouring over the sphere

sprinkles at first

then a flood

it was hopeless, yet

a tiny beam of light

ever so small

clung to existence

on a fern covered wall

bold in its statement

it began to grow

the storm replied with furry

and fought to destroy

but the beam did not waver

it did not bend

it fought with all its being

and then

began to win

it pierced a giant cloud

then another

the cloud roared with pain

releasing bolts of white light like fire

the beam grew stronger

the winds began to shudder

the beam grew wider

the tears began to dry

the beam became a torch

the clouds started to retreat

running for safety

looking for a place to wait

for the next storm to rise

the sun celebrated its liberty

with a Rainbow of color

it shone brightly

and the storm was over


JB Corn

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Poetry