After the Storm

It’s Sunday morning

After the storm

I’m Sitting here

In the rapture of blustering winds

Whooshing their Sunday dew

Over the meadow

Wailing Like rushing waters

Cascading in the sunlight

Peeping through the clouds

Shimmering in soft white.

Tree Limbs sway

Bending low

Giving honor to the One

Who makes the wind blow

Leaning left

Leaning right

Under the umbrella of the daunting dome

Even as the day glows

In the light of the noon

Day sun.

Tree branches reach up

In shout outs to the sky

As in a church choir

Filled with the spirit of a new dawn

Singing in a new song…

This I the day that the Lord hasmade

I will rejoice and be glad in it.

When the storm

Fell,

The gale winds sent

Waves surging and gushing overthe walls

Of the time

Washing away the sands of the beach

Whilst

The forces of nature exploded

In furious rapids and fierce torrents

Whipping and tossing

Churning and rolling over

Into

And through the streets

And byways

Over the terrestrial landscape

From across seas

To the resounding sounds of Mother Nature’s elements

In motion

Expending her wonder-working potions

In sending transforming

Seawaters charging in the fury

Liken to brigades of battle-ready forces

Storming

Upon bridges over trouble waters

Lapping up on the shore

Raging against the tides of the mind

Spent in habitation and occupation

With Fears and trembling,

Nervous anticipation

And great expectation

Of strong gusty winds

Propelling violent rolling waters careening

Through rivers and streams,

Hurling crashing ocean waves

To challenge the surfs to rise high and mighty

In the forces of a hurricane name

Irene.

Storm clouds loomed above

While some daring frolickers dashed in and out

And gleefully danced about

Venturing in risks

To experience the bliss

Of such a time as this

As The ballooning clouds

Swelled overhead

Like heavy-laden blankets of grey white

Stuffed cottony expanse

Spread

Out over the whole of the skyway

Pouring out

Feeders of showers

From the hurricane eye

Circulating in her orbit

Of splash and crash

Splatter and spray

In large plops and drops

Of rain water patterns

Swallowing up the pier

Like a giant mouth opened wide

To spew out the foaming surf tide

Plummeting onto the ground floor

To valleys low

Cross river beds

And lakeside homesteads.

The Thunderstorm clouds

Threatened the sky

Like a colonized outer space

Station

Bubbling over

To storm,

To roar,

To pour out

Like a riled tempest in a teapot,

To erupt

In a turbulent ride

On the rivers of life

In ferocious downpours

Of rushing waters overflowing,

Swarming like spawns

Flooding into the lots and plots

Laid waste.

By the taste

Of Irene’s potent force and

Splendid spell-bounding bathing beauty

In her stunning, astounding,

And remarkably breathtaking

Day of being

A mighty force of nature.

“Isn’t it beautiful outside?

That hurricane just made it evenmore pretty.” Isaiah Jones

Praise God!!