Raging Storm
Form: Four Kings Sonnet
The moon understands the beauty of rain
As she drops behind the gathering cloud
The night ignores her behind her dark shroud
As he rages us with his storm again
Perhaps he wants to remove human stain
And so he voices his anger aloud
The moon in her silence knows man is proud
And this, a raging night, is all in vain
The storms passes and she can shine again
A brief respite between the thundercloud
And the rising of the sun, day unbowed
The storms destruction seen in every lane
And humans wail as if they are in pain
Just watch as storms gather in a grey crowd
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Jezzie G 