Storms

Storms

A Poem by Isabella Menace
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It's been raining, it's been pooring! Haha. So, I came up with this!

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Whispers in the wind echoing in morphed tones...
Thunder drums out a deep bass sound...
Rain morphs itself to fit every solid thing...
The remaining droplets going gently to the ground.


The waves gently lapping at the banks with care...
The Storm that is becoming to much of a dare.
Docile little waves throwing playfully about...
The wind whispering softly, soon to be a shout.


The star of the show, a lightning bolt on the grey sea.
The thunder it echoes out anything but serenity...
A peaceful sight for some, frightening to many others.
White and blue, electrifyingly treating the sky and the sea
Like a book, going from cover to mile long cover...


Lightning flashes lighten the sky with a white glare...
The flashes of Lightning catching those in a fearful snare.
Let the wind echo and howl, blowing your hair...
And as the blue and white Lightning flashes...Just stare.

© 2009 Isabella Menace


Author's Note

Isabella Menace
Enjoy, criticize, you know the drill!!!

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I like it, I found pondering emotions in this,
Very well written too.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Isabella Menace
Isabella Menace

Little Ol G-wood , SC



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