Other, Poetry by Sarah

Beneath The Cloudy Skies

Furious
clouds gather. Skies darken.
Smell of ozone saturates the air.
Reaching fingers of light rake through the atmosphere.
Grumbling echoes throughout the valley.
A drumroll crescendo
to the rain.

(Hidden thought – beneath hostile appearances, people conceal their inner pain)

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo – Image 8; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 7 April 2018

10 thoughts on “Beneath The Cloudy Skies”

  1. So often emotions seem ruled by the outside weather.
    You have captured inner furies here. Very nice.
    I’ve always loved a good thunder and lightning storm.
    Occasionally there is no rain wrought.

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  2. Astonishing picture! It matches so well with “Reaching fingers of light rake through the atmosphere.”
    And this is so true: (Hidden thought – beneath hostile appearances, people conceal their inner pain).

    Like

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