I missed the thunder rolling
And the lightning crashing down
I waited for the rain to fall
And drench my silken gown
Held my face up to the sky,
And asked the Gods for mercy.
All I want is raging winds,
But I don’t think they heard me.
Settled in to wait them out,
I can sit all night -
But still no answer from the skies
In answer to this blight.
The moon revealed her silvery shape,
And stared upon my soul.
She soothed my rage and dried my tears
And reinforced my goal.
I raised a fist and raised my voice
“Why don’t you hear my call?”
And still the sky was silent
And tears began to fall.
Tender shoots grew round my feet,
And soon began to flower,
Thoughtfully I raised my eyes
And wondered at their power…
About the Creator
Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.



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