The Storm

The power of a thunderstorm.

It started as a light drizzle 

The darkness of night covered the sight of rain clouds moving in

The drizzle grew louder until it drowned out all other sounds

The rain clouds covered the full moon blocking out all light

Suddenly, a flash shot across the horizon illuminating the freezing rain

This flash was followed by a deafening roar that echoed across the valley

Another flash; the rain had turned to hail

A loud rumble rolled through the ground

Trees whipped around in the fierce gale that blew

Two cracks announced the arrival of two more flashes of lightning

The increasing wind fed the ongoing wail

Now lightning flashed continuously, the wind hissed endlessly

The thunder split the sky with an undying blast

Then it was over, and the moon shone on the valley once more 

Reviews

[Karen Ingram]

I like the abruptness of your last sentence: "Then it was over..." Very simple, but it fits so well. So many people who write poems about storms don't ever mention it ending; their focus is completely on the storm, itself, and they don't look beyond it. I also thought it was interesting how you chose the moon to shine on the valley instead of the sun. It still evokes images of darkness in my mind, but now the focus is on the light that DOES shine in the darkness. Good job.

[Nae Nae]

Simple and yet very deep all in a few short lines. This is a great piece of work here and I love the flow of it as well.

Nae-Nae ...

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Well done. This piece really caught my eye.

[Constance L. Hartwell]

This poem was sensual and lucid. You made thunder storms sound very sexy!! Your words were right on point as you used them to describe "the storm." I enjoyed readinh this piece. Kudos.

[Astrid Hamilton]

Asronomers' appreciation of kissing poetry.

[Marina]

This is great.

It shows all the stages of a thunderstorm and it's really,really well written
It couldn't have been written any better.

Thanks for posting!

XxStaySweet,
Rina