Thick bands of 50 shades of gray
Layering the sky as far as I can see
Tightly fused together . . . no blue . . . no light
Hovering . . . so low . . . I can feel the moisture
Threatening . . . I wait . . . knowing it’s coming . . .
the deluge . . .
the explosion
And then it happens . . . the bands snap!
Releasing pelting rain so dense
It’s as if the drops are falling as one . . .
Pounding . . . hammering . . . all that is below
Again I wait . . . for the end . . .
For the blue . . . for the light . . .
Oh yes, I've experienced this same storm! What a perfect way to describe it! The ellipses really build the tension. Super!
ReplyDeleteLike Elsie, we've experienced that storm. And at the end of the storm, there is brightness, blue and that glorious SUNSHINE. Great poem - I could feel each drop of rain.
ReplyDeleteI like the phrases... bands of gray, layering the sky, tightly fused together- balanced against the single words... hovering, threatening... It builds up so the snap! feels so right. Then again it builds... pelting rain so dense, drops falling as one...
ReplyDeletepounding, hammering... this time resolving into hope, waiting for the blue. Wonderful description! A great poem for a girl like me, who sat on the porch with my dad, watching the storms roll in and the rain pour down, then smelling the fresh air ...
I love the visual imagery in this poem. The layers fused together... lovely!
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