Post by kigerfan on Sept 9, 2009 11:11:38 GMT -5
This is called The Storm
Rain in softness falls
Light on woolen shoulders
Alighting like jewels above molten pools
Of eyes that darkly smolders
Clouds intermingle their mist
Stretch fingers of darkness down
Raindrops fatten to beads of clear satin
Plummeting towards the ground
Darkness steals into the clouds
Swollen and menacing giants
A thunderous roar and heavy downpour
The herd stands in defiance
The rain batters the land
Hammers of liquid destruction
Washing away soil to race and to roil
Negotiating any construction
Trees bravely stretch their branches
Leafy arms of protection
Above huddled horses, while below water courses
In rivulets in every direction
Shiny hooves slick with mud
Sinking in sodden sand
The landscape dim from valley to rim
While rivers assault the land
Horses stand heads held low
Manes slicked to their necks
Coats dripping wind still whipping
Tails of mud tangled wrecks
The wind begins to relent
Curtains of rain pull aside
Sun peeking through sky showing blue
Horses no longer hide
Foals from the safety of cover
Peek wonderingly up at the sky
Blackness draining dreariness waning
White clouds whispering by
Mares begin to graze
On rain pummeled grasses
Battered down shoots pulled up by roots
The last of the dark clouds passes
Sun shining brightly now
On rain sodden backs
Steam adrift from shoulder rift
Stallion and mares relax
Foals cavort, jump and splash
Sun dancing in a puddle
Sparring foals dark as coals
Above the last clouds scuttle
Rain in softness falls
Light on woolen shoulders
Alighting like jewels above molten pools
Of eyes that darkly smolders
Clouds intermingle their mist
Stretch fingers of darkness down
Raindrops fatten to beads of clear satin
Plummeting towards the ground
Darkness steals into the clouds
Swollen and menacing giants
A thunderous roar and heavy downpour
The herd stands in defiance
The rain batters the land
Hammers of liquid destruction
Washing away soil to race and to roil
Negotiating any construction
Trees bravely stretch their branches
Leafy arms of protection
Above huddled horses, while below water courses
In rivulets in every direction
Shiny hooves slick with mud
Sinking in sodden sand
The landscape dim from valley to rim
While rivers assault the land
Horses stand heads held low
Manes slicked to their necks
Coats dripping wind still whipping
Tails of mud tangled wrecks
The wind begins to relent
Curtains of rain pull aside
Sun peeking through sky showing blue
Horses no longer hide
Foals from the safety of cover
Peek wonderingly up at the sky
Blackness draining dreariness waning
White clouds whispering by
Mares begin to graze
On rain pummeled grasses
Battered down shoots pulled up by roots
The last of the dark clouds passes
Sun shining brightly now
On rain sodden backs
Steam adrift from shoulder rift
Stallion and mares relax
Foals cavort, jump and splash
Sun dancing in a puddle
Sparring foals dark as coals
Above the last clouds scuttle
