Thunderstorm

A Poem By Sarah // 8/30/2008

 

Raw energy,
of an awesome kind,
Pervades the air,
and tickles your mind.

Dancing over the sky,
are greenish hues,
Except for tonight,
It should be blue.

A flicker of lighting,
on the edge of the horizon.
The thick air stirs,
Clouds cover the sun.

A hot breeze,
flows from the west;
A grumble, a thunder,
beginning unrest.

Animals squeal,
and together they huddle.
A storm they sense,
they know there’ll be trouble.

A shadow covers,
all of the ground.
The earth trembles,
as does all around.

The lighting flashes,
the thunder roars.
They come in great blasts,
and as magnificent blurs;

And of sound-nay vibrations,
that shake all the earth;
and of streaks of lightning,
there is no dearth.

Sheets of rain,
course to the ground.
Turning to mud,
firm ground now unsound.

Sky begins to clear,
blue peeps out from black.
A fresh breeze stirs the air,
Cool, damp air flows back.

Brilliance beyond measure,
evidenced in colors shimmering and bright,
glow and shine in dewdrops sparkling,
Fading with the sunset light.

Comments

Whoa....

Whoa, that was fantastic! I love it, it was really discriptive and neat =D!

Falling Leaves-unschooler, horse lover, and obsesser over writing, reading and proper grammar.

Erin | Mon, 09/08/2008

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Thanks, I wrote it after we

Thanks, I wrote it after we had a series of thunderstorms, I think it's one of my best.
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes

Sarah | Mon, 09/08/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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Gorgeous!

Great job, I love this piece!

... and then there are those of us who do utterly stupid things and go running around outside in cloaks when it rains here... :P
Here in the heated sandbox where it rarely rains...

Kyleigh | Tue, 09/09/2008

ha, and those of us who go

ha, and those of us who go outside in thunderstorms such as these and sit in the middle of the (flat) yard.
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes

Sarah | Wed, 09/10/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

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