The wind blows mightily, echoing the sound of a million trumpets. The rain pours down continually, along with the lighting and thundering.
The storm has arrived, bringing along an unwanted surprise. No more power, but yet I still do not feel weak. My poetic soul is up lurking and it cannot sleep.
I was reminded of my adolescence, whenever this storm came through. My childhood friend was afraid of lighting, and to comfort him, I told him that it's just God taking pictures of you.
The lighting streaks are just flashes from his camera, so make sure that you say cheese. The innocence I once had as a child, is what I now desperately need.
It's funny how this storms seems to help me reflect, sometimes the world moves so fast, and I seem to forget.
Sometimes I need to focus and do away with all distractions. It's odd how the mayhem of the storm can take me away from my own madness.
I pray that this storm passes through, and that everyone will be alright. But I might admit, this storm has truly helped me see the light.
How ironic, because my power is out.
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My Daily Poetic Wonders
PoetryI am challenging myself to be great at my craft. If I want to be the best, I must have the best work effort. So this project will be daily poems ranging from different topics. This will be like a poetry diary so to speak. I will try my best to post...
