Storm Poem by Emma Litchfield

Harsh, and cold the wind whips my face as
Rain chills my soul
Colder than ice
Everlasting, Never-ending
Sly this storm is, and sly it will be
The winds echoes through the trees

It teased, and taunted me with its hands
Vulnerable, and weak I was as I bulldozed on
Drained of energy like a dead battery

I stumbled, as I was hammered with a series of blows
Howling, and shrieking the storm carried on
Rain is to clouds, like thunder to lightning

Up ahead a light glowed dim
Little, by little it grew strong
A cabin, a cabin right up ahead

Heat is to coals like, smoke is to fire
The little cabins chimney was hotter than lava
But it wormed its way into my soul
Little by little I grew warm

As all the cold melted away
I slithered into a nice cozy cocoon
Listening to the sweet sound of the fire
Crackling, popping like popcorn in a bag

Outside the storm blew on
Dark, and hazy
With many sounds

The dripping of water
The howling wind
Witch moaned, and roared
Witch leapt and soared

Weary I was
And sleep tugged at me
Dim my surroundings were
As I was swept away into a dream

The very next morning
I went outside
So many things happened last night

The sky was crystal clear
Not a single cloud floated in the sky
The sun touched every corner not missing a spot

The grass was sparkling like a thousand diamonds
The puddles shimmered in the sun
They splashed the ground with water every time I stepped in one

I twirled and swayed and leaped with glee
Everyone was out laughing and splashing as I walked home
A nice fresh earthy scent burrowed into my nose
All wet, and woodsy