Stormy walk (and other poems, later)

[Harmonious_Echos]

Stormy Walk 

Somedays I'm happy to be here,

walking this dim and dusty road

hearing the raindrops patter there

and pitter on the stony walk.

it's not too much, to feel the breeze

as it wuthers 'round my neck and limbs 

and the scent of the petrichor, rising strong

as the earth drinks deep, and breathes out...

 

But other days, my vision craves 

the toss'ed clouds and misty dark 

the place where lighting has its birth 

and the raindrops, do embark 

 

It makes me wish that I were there; 

a place where naught but nature, free

its cycle rolling ever on 

finds peace in chaos, eternally.