Storms start silently. I watch the west. Indiana farmland’s prairie flat. Living here is peaceful. But the best Is spring in spite of storms and things like that. The west grows dark and I am looking at Those clouds above. I want them to explain Should they bring more than welcomed springtime rain.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is hosting. The form of the poem is a Chaucerian stanza. It has seven lines with rhyme scheme ABABBCC.