| The Storm |
| 7/26/03 - 6:29pm |
| The sensation of electricity courses through my veins, The thunder so loud, it shakes the windowpanes. Strobing flashes of light illuminate the sky, Dark clouds of grey hue grow closer by. The soft sprinkling of rain plays tenderly on my skin, I run toward the house, darting quickly within. Like gunshots from Hell crescendos the thunder, The power cuts off, the phone lines asunder. Gathering all confidence that I can gain, I step slowly outside, and crescendos the rain. The lightning cracking the darkness, I stumble my way, Ignore the haunting shadows, on my imagination play. Remember chilling ghost stories and murderous tales, I glance once behind me, rationality fails. With fear taking over, sensibility died, Lead by flashes of lightning, I run back inside. Into chambers and bedsheets I bury real deep, With the storm as my lullaby, I drift off to sleep. |
| Notes: Apparently it's monsoon season, because it's been thunderstorming like crazy lately. It's been SUCH a big part of life lately, being ever present, that I decided to write about it. I just sort of described the phenomenon and incorperated a story element, based upon the emotions and whatnot that are evoked through thunder and lightning in many people, just to add a little fun. Not one of my BEST poems, but sure, why not? |
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