Thunder Storm

A petulant sky
Dark as a spoiled child told no
Boiling water heavy
Marring the summer sky
Building a prickly heat
Hurting the ears and eyes
Sledge hammer pressure
Blanketing populations
In sleeping aggression
Thunder head shifts
The clouds melt down
Sheets of water
Drowning the land
Choking the air
Lightening rents
Thunder booms
The storm has broken
In hunger
What will it consume?

Posted: Wednesday, February 21st, 2018 @ 10:39 am
Categories: Gloucestershire, Poems.
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