The Gathering Storm I watch the clouds begin to swell, As nature preps her grand reveal, With rumbling silence, dark and fell, The gathering storm, I start to feel.

Each drop a promise, falling slow, Like precious gems from heavens high, To kiss the thirsty earth below, As lightning strikes, we heave a sigh.

Oh wild and wondrous, fierce display, Unleash thy rain, thy thunder’s roar, For in this chaos, I find play, And in your arms, I long for more.

As nature breathes, I find my muse, In every tempest, I refuse, To turn away, but rather dance, With every storm, my heart’s true chance.

• J C R Selwyn