Road Storm

I was on a class trip when I wrote this

The bus purred down the dark interstate

Soft snoring sauntered down the aisle

Out the window rain poured down

The motor was a lullaby to all

I feel myself drift

But not yet

Thunder crashed

Lightning was next

With a boom and a flash

I gazed at the illuminated mountains

Through a foggy window all was pure beauty

Author's Note

How's this one?

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

This is simple and beautiful, thus we can say elegant. Why written language happens so differently and recalls so differently than the spoken often. In the spoken form of such expressions like you have here about what it is like as a passenger, one must struggle to gain attention, but with the written page we have the pretty memory and images, remembering loving to look at the world go by like that so swiftly

[W R Stowe]

When I see nature I see the face of God.The description is vivid and describes a real bus trip,or plane as far as that goes.Thumbs up when I wrote "Special Dad" I was at an outside patio in Toledo when this actually took place.Check out "Our Last Dance" I envisioned my self as a man dying.