3344 blog 10

Descriptive piece:

The clouds are gathering in the sky,
Rolling, darkening, building up.
Rushing across the heavens so high,
Casting a grayness over the land.
In the sky, the gloominess expands.
The faint sounds of a rumble,
Luminous veins of light, blinding flashes,
As the wetness begins to tumble,
Onto the ground it slashes.
The thunder grows louder
Booming and crashing all around.
Now the lightening can be found
Zig-zagging in the sky.
The drops fall more heavily,
Leaving nothing in its wake dry.
It seems to go on forever
But the wind forces the storm away.
Nothing left but the gentle pitter-patter,
Replenishing the earth for another day,
The Earth has a cleansed feeling again.