The sunlight and its brightness <br />get engulfed in darkness. <br />A cut knife silence prevails <br />as if before a storm the lull is felt. <br /> <br />The wind begins to blow softly <br />gaining speed it blows wildly and ferociously. <br />Picking up dust and creating a screen <br />through which nothing can be seen. <br /> <br />The wind starts swirling <br />dry leaves and dust it is pulling. <br />A funnel is slowly formed <br />reaching from the sky to the ground. <br /> <br />Trees sway to the wind's tunes <br />which create a howling ruckus. <br />Not to be left behind thunder follows <br />and then there is utter chaos. <br /> <br />An eerie darkness in the skies <br />howling winds crying trees making painful shrieks. <br />There are bolts of thunder and lightning <br />cracking and hissing on grounds falling. <br /> <br />God's anger slowly ebbs <br />we behold downpour as tears. <br />Some damage here and there <br />but the dust storm has gone where? <br /> <br />Sometime later there is a cool breeze <br />clouds disappear and the sun peeps. <br />no traces of engulfing darkness <br />sun shines out with full brightness. <br /> <br />renukakkar 13.9.2011 <br />Copyright@2011<br /><br />renu kakkar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-storm-and-thereafter/
