Poem -
Weapons to Rainbows
The air feels heavy
pressure pushing down
skies dark and foreboding
a storm`s coming to town
there's a silence felt
like a pause in time
shrouding the whole area
muffling the clock chime
as the storm rolls in
day light disappears
thunder rumbles through
playing on inner fears
streaks of electricity
descend from the heavens
loud clashes of thunder
sounds like gods mighty weapons
rain lashes down hard
beating against the windows
we'll ride out this fierce storm
until we spy the rainbows
© Lissie Bull 2015
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Lissie! Great write! Love you descriptive imagery in this piece. My grandmother always told us that God was talking and we had to be quiet and listen to what he was saying during a storm. Once it was over we would run outside to see if the rainbow appeared… we knew than God was pleased.
val xox