The Storm

Storm clouds crowd the twilight sky,
Making the horizon look like
An arched doorway to a land of the rain gods.

The trees bend low as the raging wind
Drags the branches to the ground
Without a straight intent.

The air is pregnant with
A whiff of dampness
Carrying in its wake a thunder squall.

I am reminded of childhood summers
Spent chasing nor’westerly storms
In hail drenched afternoons.

The storm in my head rages
With as much lust as the one outside
But I know that it can’t steal the peace that is in my heart.

The rain washed skies look a beatific blue
Reminding again that you’re never the same person
When you come out of a storm as the one that walked in.

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About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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One Response to The Storm

  1. harsha vardhana says:

    Very Nice ….”The air is pregnant with
    A whiff of dampness
    Carrying in its wake a thunder squall.”..
    🙂

    Like

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