Poem Name:
''The Poetry of Bad Weather''
Name of Poet:
Greger , Debora
Amidst the storm's furious dance,
Where the skies collide and the thunder rolls.
It is beauty that lives in the wrath of nature.
Poetry of the Holy Path of Bad Weather.
As the rain fades like the memories of the past.
Every drop tells a story, ancient and true,
In the poetry of bad weather we find a vision.
A thunderous symphony echoes through the air,
As lightning colors the night with flashing lights.
Whisper Storm Whisper untold secrets,
A melody of chaos that captures the bold.
Raindrops dance on my window.
A waltz of sorrow, a rhythm of pain.
But in their rhythm I find solace,
A comforting presence, a friend undefined.
The wind is howling, a mournful song of sorrow,
Yet there is a message, a sense of relief.
Because in the chaos of the storm there is cleaning
Wash away troubles, leave only grace.
Clouds above, gray tapestry,
Hide the sun, as he is gone.
But behind the scenes, his light still shines,
Reminding us of hope in the darkest of times.
The mist descends, covering the earth in mist,
Creating a mystical labyrinth environment.
Dreams come alive in this heavenly world
Lost in the poetry of bad weather, we thrive.
Whispers filled with every gust of wind
Tales of faraway lands, where brave souls dare.
The fierce passion of the tempest kindles the flame,
Inflame our souls, set our hearts on fire.
The rainbow rises, covers the sky,
A stark reminder that beauty never dies.
They symbolize flexibility, a colorful display,
A promise of brighter days, just a storm away.
The heavy rain on the rooftops soothes the soul.
The lullaby of nature's embrace, makes us whole.
A symphony of droplets, a soft serenade,
Encouraging us to find peace in stormy waters.
For in the poetry of bad weather we find,
A reflection of our own battles, intertwined.
On thunderous nights and stormy days,
We discover strength and learn to embrace the fog.
So let it rain and thunder.
Winds blow and storm clouds rise.
Because beauty is born out of chaos,
Love is sworn to in bad weather poetry.
In every drop that falls from the sky,
In every lightning flash that flashes,
In every wind that whispers through the trees.
Bad weather poetry offers us keys.
To unlock the mysteries of your inner storms,
Finding solace and courage in the forms of nature.
Because beauty still lives in dark skies
Hope presided over bad weather poetry.
