STORM

Few lines if I could write
Dark clouds and a thundering might

Stormy night like never before
Calm sea, a myth to the core
Tall waves lashed the shore
Crashed in whatever came to the fore

Trees, scared, the sitting duck
All uprooted without any luck

Water, a thing to play with no more
The fear it struck, that fear was pure

Sparing none, unkind
Such was the storm in the writer’s mind.