Mourning Storm © By Mary C. Hyzer The luminous sky is covering up, as clouds roll quietly in smokey gray intimidation, satiated droplets like sin. The sky once lit by optimistic light, watch the clouds move in with a menacing might. Pushing people and creatures back in to their shells, the darkness envelops with a story to tell. The calm days are over the purity gone, as the storm sneaks in just a bit before dawn. The first wetness falls, slowly at first then drenches the lands insatiable thirst. Zigzag lightning escorts claps of earsplitting thunder, provoking desperate thoughts and feelings of wonder. Next comes the downpour, releasing its rage slipping so boisterously from it's cotton-like cage. Thunder crashes again not once, but more and more pushing the people farther inward; keeps pounding at the door. But the rain becomes less forceful and the thunder is subdued, it slowly lightens up as most storms eventually do. The land is now replenished flowers bloomed and grass so plush The storm moves on to another place just as it came; in such a rush. Thank you for your visits and comments they always embrace me with light.....hugs...Tee