I prefer a storm over a sunny day.

Rain bellowing from above, and hail slamming down on the unsuspecting ground.

Wind so strong, it makes any foundations shake.

Water threatening even the tallest mountain to be submerged.

I want to see everything broken and slammed.

The clouds in a cone shaped; on the ground ripping through with an unrepentant attitude, and a set course unknown to those below.

I want to see its beautify be unrecognized by the wailing sirens,

And I want to know its heart.

When a storm is over, you often see the clouds moving on,

But I know that the rainbow that comes, shows me it’s not their fault.

They apologize with the seven colors of hue.

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet.

Its beauty never touched but seen by all.

The water recedes; the wind fails.

The ground mushy; the plants watered.

The people spared; houses repaired.

But me, I’ll be waiting right there.

-Donia

Photo by Max LaRochelle on Unsplash

Future plans for my writing: I plan to write more than poetry, and probably do like maybe 2 a week and then maybe a review or short story. Not sure where to take it, but i’m looking forward to expand into other things, so if your interested hit follow. I hope you enjoy

lots of love

-donia