The Rumbling of the Night
Hearing the rumbling of the night and knowing it was near.
Haven’t heard this sound in almost a year.
What a wonderful sound it is, I didn’t want to miss a thing.
So I stayed awake listening to the first sounds of spring.
This morning everything smelled fresh so nostalgic to me.
For it brightened up the outside giving life to the tree.
The flowers blooming with new life and buds on the tree.
Made everything so alive in all things I could see.
Oh so many springs went by since I was very young.
Noticing only a few back then, for I was having fun.
But now I enjoy each day and cherish each new pleasure.
And the thunderstorm to me, is this days new treasure.
Written by,
Bonnie May
Georg
Thunderstorms in the West... Ah! Love them! (As long as they don't start any fires...)
Cryssa
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
wonderful Bonnie...
John
Love, Christine