These Storms -- A Poem

I feel for storms

that deep rumbling, dischord

that quickly sweeps and cloaks

all that is bright and light

until they break --

releasing the torrent, 

        the black torment

in a swirl of din, 

                            wind, 

                                        and sway

until all that was pent
is spent

and

washed away.

By Mary E. Lohan