The Struggle between Sun and Storm

The sky scans clear and sun abounds—

we revel in each day, serene;

till storms roll in and thunder sounds.

Much like the howl of distant hounds

creeping closer, yet unseen...

the threat unmarked while sun abounds.

Your dark indifference confounds;

the words cut like a guillotine,

as storms roll in and thunder sounds.

I wonder, do you see their frowns?

The children flounder in-between,

while you pretend that sun abounds.

Such sheer impassiveness dumfounds...

emotions locked in quarantine—

as storms roll in and thunder sounds.

And in your wake, the children drown;

so comes the choice to intervene—

while sky is clear and sun abounds

before approaching storm resounds.

© Ginny Brannan 2014

Storm Image Gallery: John Lund/Riser/Getty Images