Storms have fascinated me since I was a child. Although I now understand them a bit better, I can understand how people through history have associated storms to particular mythological gods, and mysterious occurrences of nature with folklore and other stories. I just wanted to set the feeling of a summer storm and give a little credit back to the mythological gods who were so infamous in creating these storms during ancient times. I hope my poem is enjoyed by storm lovers everywhere!
Sultry sun on fields and bay,
quiet calm engulfs the day.
Faint troubled rumblings in the sky
foretells a mighty storm is nigh.
Feathered fowl that glide the breeze
quickly fly to nest in trees.
A silent sense of darkness fell,
as clouds began to twirl and swell.
A yellow haze of green and gray
replaces sun and heat of day.
Thunderous cannons roar the sky
with veins of light that pierce the eye.
The day has darkened into night
as Thor and Zeus pursue their might!
Raging winds that bend and sway,
tearing limbs along the way.
Bursting clouds of icy hail;
Nature's sting is quite surreal!
The faded rumblings start to slow,
and sultry sun peaks out to glow,
Mighty Tempest, come and gone.
Ancient storm gods carry on,
leaving rainbows in the dawn!