Storm Spirit

Storm Spirit

I stood in the wet grass
with the wind whipping my hair
the stars glittering fiercely
A whirlwind of frenzied motion
But the world has
the dust danced around me
Mingled with the angry
Pelting drops
Reveling in the magic
The promise of imminent disaster
And glory
Glass shattered, lights exploded
And they all succumbed to the wrath
As I stood in the storm
Bowed in submission
And rebellion
Drenched in mindless

The city cowers indoors tonight
Hiding away from the rain
And I,

I am not afraid



4 thoughts on “Storm Spirit

  1. daslater2013 says:

    Love this piece Cookie ❤ an unusual subject from the 'norm' 😜


  2. PapaBear says:

    I think I understand this, Cookie. I’ve always been a child of the storm.
    …Hugs 🙂


  3. Madsies says:

    Ah, I wanna be next to you too, unafraid. 🙂 Lovely poem.


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