The Sad Storm
By gregpoet
I heard it speak with rumbling tones, an imperious voice that thundered through the valley. A voice that shook the very earth with awesome authority. None that heard could help but cower at the power of the storm. I saw it flash a look of anger, a brief and frightening show of much intense displeasure. A look that leapt from peak to peak, that brought the tallest tree to bended knee. It heaved aloud a long and heavy sigh that ripped and tore apart with deep regret, all that was laid before it. Then humbled by omnipotence, its shoulders sagged, it bowed its head and bitterly it wept Written by Gregory Fitt Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 08:00 AM PST 0 • 1
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