the world is now still
expectation fills the air
we wait for the storm
the first wind’s caress
breathing new life in my skin
we wait for the storm
the trees fall silent
and the blackbirds pause for thought
we wait for the storm
a grey cloud wanders
clutching at the fighting sun
we wait for the storm
heaven sings intent
a chorus of raindropped notes
the wait is over
the blighters rock 
This is amazing. Love the use of imagery and wonderful flow. Glad to have come across this poem. Peace and greetings from Sui generis 💛
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😍 I love storms. You built the anticipation up like I feel it when it is approaching.
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