A Sonnet to Storm
My scary storm, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you moving and growling,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the bright rolling.
Let me compare you to a light clover?
You are more gorgeous, cherry and touching.
Right storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the wary ruching.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your white thunder, waves and lightning.
Thinking of your poignant waves fills my days.
My love for you is the smart heightening.
Now I must away with a chilling heart,
Remember my clear words whilst we're apart.