The dark and treacherous conditions of a thunder storm,
arh how things seem so bleak.
Maybe this is a sign, that summer has hit its peak.
Sounds of rain, smacking of the Windows followed by the monstrous growls of thunder,
it's a major contrast to the sunny days of last week,
how things change so quickly, I really wonder.
The lightning blinds the town i call home,
and inflicts fear into its residents.
But not me, I find the storm soothing and engaging,
like it's as if the rest of the world is irrelevant.
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Author:
Flowers under the sun (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was sat listening to the thunder, when the idea of a poem sprang to mind, I opened my note pad, and let loose on the paper.
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
I share your feelings about thunder storms, well expressed in your poem. Welcome to MPS!
Thank you so much!
Nicely formulated ..good poem
Thanks much appreciated
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