Calm Before the Storm
The storm just blew through
Hail the size of golf balls,
winds whipping the trees
branches down all around;
it had everything.
Thunder crashed,
lightning lit up the sky.
The temperature has dropped
twenty degrees.
It is not over yet.
Thunder rumbles gutturally,
suggesting there is more to come,
and the sky is still a turbulent gray.
The air is dead calm;
the trees wait, quiet,
not moving.
Suspense.
Anticipation
We are all waiting.
© Ellie Maziekien
8/10/2001