Weapons to Rainbows

The air feels heavy

pressure pushing down

skies dark and foreboding

a storm`s coming to town

there's a silence felt

like a pause in time

shrouding the whole area

muffling the clock chime

as the storm rolls in

day light disappears

thunder rumbles through

playing on inner fears

streaks of electricity

descend from the heavens

loud clashes of thunder

sounds like gods mighty weapons

rain lashes down hard

beating against the windows

we'll ride out this fierce storm

until we spy the rainbows

© Lissie Bull 2015

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