Storm clouds spread <br />like a sinister monster <br />blurring out the moon <br />and stars <br />and the night is black <br />and all natural light <br />is blotted out. <br /> <br />Flying rain is set alight <br />by creeping thunder bolts <br />that spread over the dark sky <br />and crab like <br />twists pinching here and there. <br /> <br />Fog is in the meadows <br />and creeps up to higher places <br />to be everywhere <br />and it’s icy <br />and the chill freezes. <br /> <br />Big rocks of hail <br />fall like bombs <br />from the sky <br />and crush and dent <br />before they splatter <br /> <br />Around the house <br />bolts thunder <br />and plants are beaten to threads <br />and branches whip <br />upon the roof. <br /> <br />The power is cut <br />and every thing outside <br />is really dark, <br />but sparks hisses and flies <br />from the hot fireplace <br />at the chimney. <br /> <br />Candles burn romantic <br />in the hot lounge <br />while we share supper <br />and drink dark red wine <br />from crystal glasses.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-storm-3/
