Day 17 Inktober – Storm
The crackling of lightning is terrifying.
Yet, every time there is a storm,
Our eyes eagerly search the clouds
To get a glimpse of that flashing bolt of lightning again.
Storms are dark yet fascinating.
Dark Storm
Tag: thunder
The Storm Broke
It was a pitch-dark starless night.
Rain pattered furiously on the streets,
The wind repeatedly rattled on my window screens.
I sat silently on the corner of the bed
With the sheets pulled close to my chest.
A tremendous flash of lightning
Cracked the sky in two,
Followed by a sharp thunderous boom
Sending shivers down my spine.
But, I listened to the violence of the storm all the while.
Frightened yet curiously amazed by the magnanimous power of the skies.
A Storm’s Coming
Day 68
Ghastly dark clouded sky,
Is this a warning, asking us to hide?
Lightning has begun to strike,
You are soon going to pour down
With all your might.
I fear what’s coming on tonight.
Show mercy, cause no havoc this time.
Rain Over Me
Day 63
The season has changed
It has begun to rain
Gusts of wind
Blow over the terrain
Rising dust in the air.
Darkness casts its shadow again
Hail thunderstorm
Here comes the rain
Pouring down all over again.
Sound of Rain
The sound of rain through my window pane
So loud on the grayish white frame.
Drops splatter on the muddy plain
Winds howl and embrace the rain.
The pitter-pattering drops on lakes and leaves.
Gentle rumble of clouds with a crackling blaze
Thunder, wind and rain play their lightning game.
Immersing in its overwhelming power and busy affair
A slight tug on my insides
A temptation, a drawing, a lordly call of the rain.
Here’s comes the season of rain once again.
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