And as the darkness enclosed my room
I felt a sudden sense of doom.
The sky was as black as night
Covered in a sheet of cloud.
As lightening flashed across the sky
I thought the storm gone
But a rumble of thunder
Showed me I was wrong.
It shook the house
And I thought it would fall in
The noise was tremendous
A dreadful din.
A final light flashed across the sky
Then the storm began to die.
The thunder became quieter
And the sky became lighter
The house stood its ground
Until the last drop of rain came tumbling down.
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The inspiration for this one is pretty self explanatory. :-)
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Ha Ha , I love thunder storms but hate lightning !
Thanks Swingline. I'm the opposite, I love the storm, and I'm fascinated by the lightening, but the boom of the thunder... aarrghh!
Ha ha , yes too close rattles my brains . I like my thunder when two thunderstorms slap each other with lightning and then they grumble about it .
Great write, I too like thunder storms.
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