The Strom

Lightning is a scary sight, when you watch it strike with furry.
It’s thunder gave me a fright, while my eye’s became blurry.
Too long did the clouds hover, with feelings of doom.
Its shadows had me covered, never to return back to you.
Until one small moment appeared, when the light glistened.
All my fear disappeared, and I sat to listen.
What once scared me, became a picture of glory.
Warm rain was washing over me, giving me some clarity.
The birds sang a song, calling me to wake up.
I let myself belong, while my thoughts cleared up.
My feet felt light, as I strolled along the path.
I longed for the glistening light, here it was at last.
What joy I feel now, that the storm has passed.
I begin to wonder how it moved so fast.
Stare at the lush green, and smell the electricity.
For now I have seen, with great clarity.
God was in the storm, making all that I see.
With the hints of beauty, to restore me. 

R.D. Jess

Published by reneweddream

I am a lover of writings and over the years I have collected a handful of poems and stories I have written. The more I wrote the more I realized I should do something with it, besides putting it in a box.

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