Stormy Day by Caitlin Gannon
The Storm by Eric Culver
The Storm by Eric Culver
Right there.
Where that man sits.
That was where the four of us would sit
Talk about school, and work,
and who would win: Gandalf or Dumbledore?
Birds on a power line as the sky darkens.
That was where it all happened.
That was where we laughed, and cried
and fell in love.
We were happy enough to stay
when other birds flew away.
Who knows how a storm starts?
I left, pulled by the river the storm created.
Lightning strikes and burns away
what love took months to build.
Now I never see them.
I never see them.
