Young Writers Society

A dew-sprinkled meadow
laden with blossoms
sparkles and shimmers
in crisp morning light.
Whispers of bird-songs
sprinkle from treetops.
The wind sings a soft song
of days that have fled.

Clouds begin flooding
into the clear blueness,
destroying the peace
that once filled all the land.
An omen of darkness,
a warning from demons,
they snarl a dark message
of how they'll disrupt.

Beneath the dark shadow,
the birds hid and trembled,
afraid of the horror
that loomed close above.
The deep thunder rumbles,
the clouds begin flashing,
and in moves the storm
that will rip apart peace.

Hot stripes of lightning
sear through the heavens,
and thunder-gods beat
upon enormous drums.
Rain hurtles down
upon fearful, bent grasses
and the wind screams a death-song
of pure agony.

Soon, the clouds move on
and life re-emerges,
rejoicing with songs
in a world rinsed by tears.
But yet, it remembers
the rainstorms that it hates,
for they shower beauty
though they shower fear.

I like this piece. There's a lot of emotions in here. You were able to connect each paragraph with one another without compromising the consistency of one thought. However, am not really a fan of sad poems (it's my personal preference though). But you did actually brighten it at the last part, which is clever. I was just waiting for more... but since the title was, "Showers of Fear", I told myself, Lol

Over-all, you did really a great job. Keep it up! Keep writing friend.

I like the rhythm you created in this piece, it goes nicely with the poem. Anyway, I personally enjoy rainstorms, so I might be a little biased, lol XD

Hot stripes of lightning
sear through the heavens,
and thunder-gods beat
upon enormous drums. [This is basically just like a sentence, broken down into segments to create more lines. You do this throughout your whole poem. Anyway, I think it makes it a little choppy. Personally, I think each line should have a complete thought in itself, otherwise it just sounds like a fragment. Not complete, or conveying much meaning until you read the next line. Making the next line add another complete thought to it is good, though, but this is just my opinion.]
Rain hurtles down
upon fearful, bent grasses
and the wind screams a death-song
of pure agony. [This last line kinda just cuts off and doesn't really flow very well. I would suggest changing it somehow.]

Soon, the clouds move on
and life re-emerges,
rejoicing with songs
in a world rinsed by tears.
But yet, it remembers
the rainstorms that it hates, [This line is really choppy and breaks the flow of your poem. It sounds really forced. ]
for they shower beauty
though they shower fear.

Anyway, great imagery here! I love the way you describe things and how you personify things, like the fearful grasses and such. So, good job, and just keep writing! XD
~Tayla