As the rolling thunder echoes
In the distance rain clouds
Gather in number
Increasing in strength
One can see rain
On the horizon
Like a dark wall
Slowly moving forward
Flashes of lightning
Statically charge the air
Gooseflesh rises all over
Hair stands on end
Ever so slight
The storm gathers strength
As it moves all around
Feel it surging, churning
See the darkness fall
Bringing midnight into day
Winds buffet harshly
Against the fairest of skin
Whipping hair quickly
Like a rough lover’s foreplay
Tiny little drops filter down from above
Dainty at first…
Then drenching to the bone
you've captured the ferocity and intensity of thunderstorms perfectly in this write, laura! i'm a storm phobic DELUXE...and livin' in texas WITH NO BASEMENTS don't help none! beautiful imagery...well done! (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
great imagery in this, although i DON'T like storms! LOL (((HUGS))) and love, your friend in texas, karen lynn. (now you know why i don't like storms; live here in tornado alley and NO FREAKIN' BASEMENTS! GO FIGURE... :( )
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.