Storm

The endless exspanse that brings night out of day,
Seems much too close, yet too far away,
The raindrops beat drums in a thunderous roar,
Bringing sweet music from a deafening chore,
The lightning bolt's flashes burn in your eyes,
And they pierce through eternity from grey-clouded skies,
The wind climbs up gently, then plummets with ease,
Confined within boundaries to do what it may please,
A random-patterened mixture of water and air,
Making land grow, then stripping it bare,
Laughter and happiness, or sorrow and pain,
How can anyone not love the rain?

Copyright 2001 Caitlin Carlson