The Smell of Thunder (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on June 27, 2010

I'm with you, even the back thing. Nice descriptions in this. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on June 26, 2010

Unmistakable odor, that and the smell of earthworms on the asphalt. Patrick

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on June 22, 2010

The smell of thunder - truly a powerful thing; we're being pounded with wave after wave of thunderstorms this week.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on June 22, 2010

Eating bean stew again?

Georg

Reviewed by Paul Judges

Reviewed on June 22, 2010

Well captured atmosphere, Karla

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

I remember that smell so well when I loved in Ct....beautiful write, Karla.

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

This is beautiful Karla
In Christs Love
Michelle~

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

Dan's right, this has a magical quality...your relationship with the sky is rich and deep.
I love this, Karla.

John

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

That isn't the smell of thunder,its your own feet, maybe a bath might be a good idea...;-) LOL, [running far away & fast] ed

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

wow Karla,,that is just about to happen right now here~great poem!

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

i love that smell!! very well described!

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

Loved this- another one of nature's gifts.
Thanks for sharing.

John

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

I miss that too. Used to love the summers in the Northeast where I grew up. Now I'm in LA. No thunderstorms here unless you go to the desert.

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

I thought of you yesterday as we watched our very own twister form and come down less than two miles away. We lived in Missouri for 4 years and never saw a twister... we had to move to Montana for that, I guess. :~) We had hail the size of bouncy balls and golf balls as well. It made for quite the memorable Father's Day!
Hope you and Karen are doing well.
Cryssa :~)

Reviewed by Sophia Choudhury

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

i can completely identify with the feeling!lovely poem Karla.
regards
sophia

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

I don't miss it, but I'd rather have some rain; it would certainly cool things off! *HOT!* Well done, Karla; enjoyed this one!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

Nicely done, Karla.

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on June 21, 2010

Karla, you do magic with storms...well done.

Cheers,
Dan