The Dance of The Thunderstorm
Distraction {Dedication: Grandma Bonnie and Uncle Victor, Both of who taught me to respect a thunderstorm and not to fear them.}
Dark, dreary day into the night
Inky black skies, showing no blue skies or nighttime constellations
Strong gusty winds, reaching high velocities
Tornados threatening to form and multiply
Rain falling in sheets and torrents
Arcs of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the clouds and ground from below
Cold front quickly moving meeting warmer air, bringing with it dime-sized hail
Thunder crashing in waves upon waves of sound that can be felt through your bones
Intense pressure building and building never quit coming to a peak
Over-flooded fields appear as lakes with exotic lilypads
Nerve-wracking, nail-biting, waiting for the storm to end.
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Comments (3)
Nailed the beauty and scariness of a thunder storm.
Nature is truly the best thing to write about ❤️🌎
I love how you were thought to respect the thunderstorm rather than fear it! Fantastic poem!