A bit of a jolt, that would be. Guess you made it through, as I'm three poetic adventures behind, I see :o) Loved the timbre of the poem.
Continued happy travelling, Stan.
~~ Micke

I recall an intense storm while camping with my children up in the Appalachians. The thunder and lightening froze all of us and the hair sttod on end on our arms. Intense is a mere word compared to that night. By 2 AM our dinig tent had blown down and then out two tents. We left the park to find a motel miles and miles away. When we returned the next morning, our tents had been reset up and all else was on a line drying. Thanks to the park Rangers we were spared doing it ourselves when we didn't sleep before. Some of the nicest people I've ever met were while camping in the national parks.
have fun Stan.
Blessings and love,
Susan

it works backwards [or back.words] too. ..
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but where are the crickets?

I'm remembering once when I went duning with my gal pals. We pitched our tents in the sand... it rained-- poured that night...the stakes (doubled and trippled) pulled out under the weight of all the rain, and at 3:00 am we awakened to the tents plastered to our noses-- still, it was warmer in there than out, so we spent the whole night there, and rolled up the soggy cloth in the morning.

I'm with Cryssa here. Love the way the poem's built. --Charlie

When camping a rain storm was always one of my favorite things, for although others grumbled for me to stay inside snuggled into our a sleeping bag and reading a good book while munching on junk food was a spendid way to kill a day.

Fee

Wonderful imagery in this.

loved this poem, I could hear the rain, the wind, the train whistle.

Cheers,
Dan

I love the way this poem builds, subsides and builds again. Great choice of words to create such imagery!
Cryssa

I too can think of better places to be but having said that.. there is something to be said for being one with nature in that way at that time....

Myrna

Stan,

I can think of better places to be in a storm than in a tent LOL Like a basement? LOL Still, you are closest to nature, here - well done. Glad that trainsound didn't hide the roar of a tornado!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Stan, I captured the essence of a mighty storm while you sat in your small tent and unsure of the next moment. A nice job!