Furious
clouds gather. Skies darken.
Smell of ozone saturates the air.
Reaching fingers of light rake through the atmosphere.
Grumbling echoes throughout the valley.
A drumroll crescendo
to the rain.
(Hidden thought – beneath hostile appearances, people conceal their inner pain)
By Sarah ©2018
Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo – Image 8; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 7 April 2018
LIVING THE DREAM 