Fire in jagged ribbons ripping groundward <br />With belated drumbeats echoes of past passage <br />Rushing to horizons obscured from view <br />Cascading torrents of icy stones that threaten broken bones <br />With river’d roads rushing past pensive habitants of homes <br />Until the sun at last breaks through that deep dark grey <br />That filled many with such fear as fire and brimstone brings <br />To those possessed of many things <br />This is what a dark mood brings even on the fairest day.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stormy-weather-6/
