A Passing Storm Poem by Chris Embrick

Alone at dusk, the twilight hour
From my window watched the storm
A surreal landscape, slowly fading
Bathed in sepia; haunting, warm
The sound of raindrops from the showers
Soft and muffled by the tin
The leaves of Autumn just now changing
As I sat and listened to the wind
Overhead the storm passing
Outside the twilight world serene
I listened on through the darkness
The hours before me like a dream
And there observing Nature's beauty
Found a place of peace and quiet
And so I lingered, meditating
As the storm passed in the night
In the storm no lightning, thunder
No high winds that day forwarned
I did not long to see the sunrise
But found my solace in the storm.