Gloom

I enjoy thunderstorms. I find that I am one of very few. This poem is about finding beauty and joy in places and circumstances where others wouldn't think to look.

The sky is pale and grey

the coming rainfall loom

Most would merely say

'How ugly is this gloom!'

Drops dot the ground

Forming pool and puddle

Most would have only found 

the traffic all a muddle.

The thunder booms and echoes

rattling your bones

Most would merely

stay all locked inside their homes. 

Lightning, bright and quick

cracking across the sky

Most would hide under the bed

and weep and wail and cry. 

The chill in the air

the scent so fresh and clean

Most never even notice

how it leaves the earth so green.

Thunderstorms are strong

they're a sign of rebirth

I just don't understand 

how others think there's something wrong.

The thick scent of rain

The drops dot my skin

The pit-pat on window panes

Puddles so fun to jump in

Thunder roaring 

My heart soaring 

Flashing lighting

Isn't one bit frightening

When you see the way a thunderstorm

can replenish the earth and self alike

to their most nourished form.

 

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

While I enjoy the optimism of this and feel much the same, the lightning strikes with resultant forest fires are the downside of our wonderful weather

[Karissa A. Kelly]

Very true! As beautiful as storms can be they unfortunately leave some destruction in their wake.