It's quiet.
It's echoing.
It's waiting.
Just like in a song when the person reaches the high note.
And then there's a second of silence before the bass comes?
Now that's how it is with the Earth when a storm approaches.
It can feel it - deep in its core.
It's dark,
But wait until the lightning strikes.
It's quiet,
But wait until the thunder claps.
It's eery,
But wait until the rain comes, leaving a steady patter pitter patter.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoetryThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
