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This poem is a dream-like representation of the wonder of a storm.

I sit in a house made of glass.

I am protected from the wrath

Of the approaching storm,

But I can see everything.

I see the clouds roll through

The sky.

I see a flash of light

As it ignites my vision.

Not long after the flash dies,

A crack and rumble breaks the silence.

 

This phenomenon is the que

For the rain to begin.

It is the que for the clouds

To release their tears,

And they come pouring down.

I hear the smack of sweet rain

Tapping on the glass around me.

I see these drops descend

From the grey figures above.

They fall almost in unison,

Creating a beautiful motion.

Like an ocean in the sky.

 

More flashes.

More growls.

They come more frequently,

But they are music to me.

They fill my soul with a tranquil passion.

The sights.

The sounds.

Everything.

It is all rhythmic.

The beating of the rain.

The melody of the lightning.

The vision of the thunder.

 

I stare at the sky.

And I see it coming.

It is a burst of electricity,

And it penetrates my sanctuary.

The glass shatters around me.

I close me eyes and feel it fall.

A smile crawls across my face

Showing the warmth it brings me.

Now I feel the rain,

A single drop falls onto my eyelid,

And I open my eyes.

The thunder is even louder.

My eardrums tremble at its majesty.

At its glory.

My body is frail,

It is at the mercy of the storm.

But I do not shake,

I do not shiver,

I do not cringe at this.

I am safe in Nature's home.

She is where I belong.

 

As this thought passes my mind,

The rain begins to slow.

The clouds part,

And in comes a beam of light.

A beam of warmth,

Beauty,

Hope.

The sun brushes my cheek,

And melts all of my thoughts.

Before long

An arch of colors appears in the sky,

And I marvel at its grace.

The smell of the damp earth

Enters my senses.

It is the most beautiful thing

That has ever filled my nostrils.

I feel like I am in a heaven

Where there are no worries,

And there is no pain.

Let me stay here forever.

 

Reviews

[Viva]

The flow of this poem is great. I like the concept and how in the end the rain brought you so much peace and bliss. Great write.

[Gracie-San]

This was a beautiful poem. I agree with Desert Dreamer about how the poems takes you from the glass hous and into the rain to realize that the narrator is at one with the rain instead of inside.

The visuals in this were also great as well.

[Desert Dreamer]

I like the sudden change in this poem. We start by sitting in a glass house observing the storm, then the glass house breaks and we find ourselves in the rain, and discover that we are part of the rain, that we belong out in nature rather than sitting in our glass houses. The world opens up to all of our senses.

[Andrew Wright]

The beauty of this permeates my being. I'm glad I was able to read this because it was able to alter the mood so easily. Thank you.

[Inertia]

This poem describes well the unity we can sometimes feel with something as natural and wild as a storm. It portrays the quiet rapture of just sitting and listening and watching something so chaotic and purging as a storm unfold, but ends on a very different note, like you've taken us out of the storm and into a question of what is real and what is not.

[emily joe]

I like this a lot. I just kind of think you told more than you showed. It felt almost too descriptive. I think there's a way to pack in a lot of feeling in simplistic, and few words. Nevertheless, wonderful write. Loved it!

[Dream Weaver]

Wow I like this. I wrote something like this earlier
in the day when a storm passed overhead. Nicely
done.

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Awesome-this is such a dynamic-chromatic write
that reads so well with vivid picturesque imagery-
i could just feel this storm through your poetry-
this is a great--very creative free form poem...

I love how you captured then painted the storm!!!

...i love it...

james:-)

[Joshua Donahue]

so vivid and highly detailed. a wonderful piece. i always thought it would be kind of scary to live in a glass house during a thunderstorm. but who knows! love it!