The air was still <br />Humid and warm, <br />With an eerie silence <br />A prelude to a storm. <br /> <br />Then the sound of distant rumblings <br />Spread a kind of fear, <br />And a gentle breeze picks up <br />As the storm draws near. <br /> <br />Out over the sea <br />Forks of lightening flicker around, <br />Lighting up the horizon <br />As they zig zag to the ground. <br /> <br />Suddenly a spatter of rain falls <br />From the darkened sky, <br />Soaking the parched land <br />That was so dusty and dry. <br /> <br />Soon the storm moves off <br />With the passing of the rain, <br />Now the dark clouds are braking up <br />As the sun comes out again.<br /><br />GORDON BUTCHERS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prelude-to-a-storm-2/
