Sestina Storm

Dark, gloomy, shades of gray
Blowing in from the North.
Suppressing my space, clouding my air,
With bolts of lightening and shattering booms,
And pellets of water come crashing down
Making an outdoor day indoors.

By the window indoors,
I fade into the blankets of gray.
They fall to the earth, down, down,
Then tossed up again by the playful wind of the North.
So soft, so silent, then jolted by a crash and boom.
It makes my heart race, my spirit flutter, breathing this air.

Looks thick and sticky, yet it's surprisingly crisp, invigorating air.
Easy to breath outside, but hard to get indoors.
The house shakes, the beams creak after the resounding boom.
The monsters roll in, darker and darker gray
Rolling in from the deep, dark North
To catch us off guard, speeding down.

The rain is hurling down,
This water is stealing my air.
The snowmelt from the North,
Icy and wet, luckily cannot penetrate indoors.
By the cozy fire I simply admire the gray,
And lend an ear to the lamenting booms.

On and on, splish, splash, flash and boom,
The day is now winding down.
The sky's not quite black, but fathomless gray,
An eerie stillness claims the air,
One that one can even feel indoors,
Though wind's still whipping 'round the house, pulsing from the North.

Then silence creeps in from the North.
Fading away are those once faithful booms.
Rest comes upon me, soothing, I am safe indoors.
Lightly the drops come down, down,
Tapping the windows, sprinkling the air.
All is encompassed in gray.

Snug and warm indoors, I lay down.
Night falling from the North, gone are the booms.
Inhale the sweet, clear, stormy air, and my eyes close to gray.