Stormy Thoughts

Watching a thunder storm from a window can invoke many thoughts.

           Stormy Thoughts

                              A barrage of thunder came from the sky.
                              Black clouds forming, and rolling by.
    
                              lighting ablaze, the thunder growled in.
                              I gazed from the window,
                              pane against chin.

                              The wind grew stronger, trees took flight.
                              we were in store, for a rough bumpy night.

                              The rain came down, hard and fast.
                              Asking myself . How long will this last?

                              A thought came to me, as i watched the show.
                              What did the Indians do, long ago ?

                              Nestled in Tepee , flap down tight.
                              What did they do , on rough bumpy nights ?

                              Did they sing to the heavens, to muffle the noise?
                              Did they cuddle in close , to protect their girls and boys ?

                              BOOM !!! went the thunder, brought me right back.
                              Lighting bolts down, with a flash and a crack!

                              As the rain sheeted the window,
                              I was trapped in the glare,
                              Hypnotized by water, stuck in a stare.

                              Wagon train, out on the trail.
                              Storms rolled in, dispensing large hail.

                              Horses running, in a life saving flight.
                              Pots and pans crashing, were sounds in the night.

                              HAW! HAW! with a slap of the reins.
                              Hat was a fortress , from the hail stone pains.

                              BOOM!!! BOOM!!! i arose from my slumber.
                              Gratefully in a house, made of sturdy lumber.
                               

Reviews

[realmwriter]

Love the paceing and the images this piece brought to life as I read. Very nicely done.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Excellent writing! Love the adventure in this write!

[LinBin]

in a word...superb x

[Megan]

I really like how you imagine all of this while thinking about the storm and how it weaves in and out of your thoughts :) great write and the flow was perfect! This was so much fun to read. Thanks for posting! For the record I sleep the best during storms like that, for some reason it's really soothing.

[Enigma]

A delightful journey through time, going back and forth with your thoughts. The imagery was simple and brilliant. I love storms. When I was a kid, I used to take a huge umbrella and go to the terrace, and watch the lightining patterns. I miss that thrill.

Well written! :D

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love the strength of the skies..and love thunder storms!

[Lily Mae]

Well written.. I enjoyed reading this.. and for me I just love the storms... the worse the better :) xx

[~Blue Fantasy~]

This is a wonderful poem. Great story and imagery. I really enjoyed this poem. Very well written. Thank you for sharing!!

[Chris Taylor]

Such fantastic imagery in this one. I also love the American Indian element as well. The poem flowed like mercury and the placement of most of the words were very good. A joy to read and I rated this very high.

[hmm]

wow, so vary poetic, I loved it. So much rhythm in this. Amazing!