Surreal morning light
like the sky is tripping out.
Everything feels unreal.
Snaps, crackles and pops
as aerials fizzle, Tv serials ripple
like drizzle down a window.
In static, buzzing atmosphere,
I fear a storm is brewing.
Stewing, ready to blow in.
A strange haunting glow in the air.
Taunting the sun,
daring it to appear.
The first drops alight,
as successfully
as the wright brothers
initial test flights,
crashing down to earth
like sparks from a fire,
glistening in the curious light
before they have
a chance to burn brighter.
The tinkling bell-like sounds,
wind chimes caught
under torrential
water onslaught.
Gnomes would run for cover.
Bird homes wobble
in the increasing bluster.
The drumbeat pounding
on bass drum tables.
Sounds shouted down,
drowned out
by thunders primal call.
Neptune makes
its invasion a reality,
as the heavy rain
ceaselessly falls.
Underneath charged air,
a rousing crescendo.
I hear it, as trees bend, blown
by gales gathering speed.
Dark clouds growing thicker.
Headache as the storm gets nearer.
I wish to just dance in the downfall,
feel the waters wash away
the hurt of this world.
Feel the charge
tingle through tired skin.
Reinvigorate my lost feelings.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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