Random Acts of Poetry

The Storm

Nature is reverently silent,
an audience holding its breath
until the curtain rains down.
The spotlight flashes upon me,
and all the trees wave their arms
Crack! and the spell is broken
The applause is deafening.
I take my bow,
for "I am the storm".



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Written for "PromptMaster !" 

Prompt - the most pretentious thing to say aloud ion a thunmderstorm