The Storm

Por Ezequiel Martelletti.

The clouds close down on viewed surroundings
The rustling winds dance blissfully.
Though not yet heard, the water’s pounding
Is proclaimed with might throughout the city.

As battle drums in shape of thunder
The skies reveal their sure attack;
From other heavens, here to plunder
Many a refuge beaten back.

This heathenish rite, though uninvited,
Heeds not the will of petty lives.
And rapes the safeguards of the frightened
Men who stare through fallen eyes.

And so in suffocating agony,
The earth in whole awaits its roar.
Then time stands still, a God is bearing;

The rain’s begun: life is once more.

Ezequiel Martelletti
20 años
Estudiante de Psicología