Words

Here is a group of words, for people who read words.

The Storm rolls in.

The clouds an awning for the trees to gather under, 

Whispering about neighbors and traffic.

The Storm turns the forest into a sea squall.

Unspoken tides of wind rushing through leaves,

unable to defend.

The Rain falls,

the Light fades,

the Landscapes, 

shift to Dreamscapes.

Shadows melt and form,

Jumping near the corners of my eyes.

Details are washed away

by a million droplets,

all finding a different path

to hit bottom.