STORM FRONT

STORM FRONT

Away in the distance on a cold dreary night,

the horizon is lit by flickering lights.

Storm clouds as black as the darkest heart

and lightning tears the very air apart.

 

A grumbling mass of swirling bile,

the silence, the earth, the night to defile.

Like distant portents of desolate doom,

sorry shadows of a dusk too soon.

 

The dull silhouette of the thunderheads mass

allowing no hint of sunlight to pass.

A force so unequalled in nature’s good grace,

rumbling and grumbling and gathering pace.

 

Startled birds are retreating on high,

away from the dark and threatening sky.

Livestock huddled beneath a stout tree

as fences deny their instinct to flee.

 

The first drops of rain as the vanguard appears,

a sign of the tumult growing ever so near.

A blinding flash and a rumble so loud,

heavens open, shedding tears on the ground.

 

The deluge arrives with a deafening roar

of whooshing water flooding over the floor.

Wind whipped trees waving to and fro,

bowing and scraping their branches in woe.

 

Bright flash of lightning, resonating boom

rattling its way through the devastating gloom

as rain turns to hail bouncing high off the ground,

crashing and clanging on roofs all around.

 

Barn doors rattle in percussive complaint

as the hail dents metal and dislodges paint.

Old cracked windows are threatening to break

and the shutters are creaking a sorry debate.

 

The hail starts to ease as the storm marches on,

its battle cries raging a warning to come

and as quick as it started, the hail disappears

leaving soft, gentle showers to wash away fears.

 

A break in the clouds lets the sun shine through

and a hint of the sky can be seen, clear and blue.

The shadows have shifted and the heat on the ground

raises whispers of steam floating lazily around.

 

Nature, The Master; servant of none,

mother of all beneath the shimmering sun.

From fresh sandy shores to the deep frozen wastes,

she’s a force that no other could hope to outpace.

 

 

Written by Darren Scanlon, September 2013

Revised 9th July 2015.

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

 

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Darren Scanlon
AUTHOR & POET

Darren Scanlon was born in 1965 and still lives in the English Northwest.

His sarcastic, tongue-in-cheek humour and writing style has earned him 5 Star Ratings on Amazon for both his novels and his poetry. He has been writing poetry since the age of 16 and is published on many websites including 'High On Poems', where he has received great reviews:

"We at High On Poems are blessed to have found such a treasure as you amongst our midst. Your poetry is thought provoking and shakes one up. You obviously are a powerful wielder of words!"

His work to date includes:

"Hey Up, Matron!", a laugh-out-loud, roller-coaster ride through a day in the life of a NHS hospital ward from the point of view of the long-suffering patients.

Two books into the gritty crime/gangster thriller, the 'Danny Roberts Series' – "Broken Angel" & "Broken Wings".

"Positively Poetic Vol 1, 2, 3 & 4", four volumes of poetry exploring many and various moods and subjects.

"A Mouse’s Tale", an illustrated children’s novel, (based on one of his own poems).

"Alphabet Zoo", an illustrated children’s ABC book.

"The Book Of Loops And Laughter", an illustrated collection of funny poems for children and adults of all ages.

Future projects include:

"Way Back When", a comical look at childhood now and back in the 1970’s and how life has changed.

"Book 3 of the 'Danny Roberts' series.

For full details of all my work, please visit my website, http://darrenscanlon.wordpress.com

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