Storm > Sun
I must confess, I love the Storm more than the Sun
yes, I enjoy pretty days,
but my heart beats faster than after a race hard won
when thunder sounds and lightning sets the horizon ablaze
yes, I enjoy pretty days,
with their gleaming Sun and mild wind yet
when thunder sounds and lightning sets the horizon ablaze
I can’t help but smile at the Storm’s dark silhouette
with their gleaming Sun and mild wind yet
to bring a single cloud, I don’t find pretty days as entertaining so
I can’t help but smile at the Storm’s dark silhouette
since I know some excitement is soon to follow
Love the repetition and the truth spoken in the poem!
Love the yet/silhouette and the so/follow rhyme.
Those two first stanzas and textbook material…