Rain tapped softly at the bedroom window.
Tiny little drops filled up my window sill.
As the lightning began bullying its way through the puffy, dark clouds.
The fresh smell of clean air brisked past my nose from the wind.
The taps of water and the booms of the thunder are like music to my ears.
It’s rapping on the clay of the pot sitting outside the window.
Mother nature’s wit came out in full force as the storm got stronger.
She was the putative conductor of my peace and sanctity of the day.
The drought subsides with her nature’s hose.
It was such a beautiful storm for me.
© E.M. Kingston
Electrified from the fury of the storm
A lone tree stands under attack
No longer will its limbs be able to form
Once so thick and full of life
It’s roots traumatized by the flash
Dug into the ground bound to strife
Dying little tree with just a jolt
Helpless after the fury of the light
The roots have no hope after that bolt
The tree that stood proud now water drunk
Withering away with each passing day
With its bark laying at its trunk
As I was sitting here attempting today’s daily post, I was having trouble finding a direction. Just when I had backspaced and written and backspaced again, a bolt of lightning struck right outside my window. It was so loud I can still hear it echoing in my ear. It hit a beautiful tree that I spend time looking at when gazing out of my window, so this poem is for that tree.
Daily Prompt: Roots
Gray skies and wispy wind
Bring on the storm
I’m ready to begin
Cowering in the covers of the night
Night moon was hidden
In clouds of chaos
Dropping hail upon the Earth
The tree’s fragile limbs
Snap to the ground
Crushing all beneath
The power flickers
Putting you in the darkness
Lighting candles with a BIC spark
A crash of lighting booms
Close to where you dwell
Taking cover with those you love
Huddled up together strong
Pillows and blankets surround
The thunder shakes the whole town