This poem is sort of different!  In rhyme for each line, but really not typical of all the poems I write.   Sort of tells a story of how a storm would suddenly appear.  Maybe I was lazy the day that I wrote it and made short sentences for that reason, don’t know.

Cauldron    2015-47

Darkness flies

Light goes by

Pinpricks lost in sky

 

Clouds in mass

Dewdrops on grass

Water turns to gas

 

Lightning hits the ground

Thunder makes sound

A veil drops down

 

A witch’s brew

As the mixture grew

The weather flew

 

Den Betts