rumbling bumbling in the distance
lightning strikes the far off buildings
the wind lightly sways the fresh green leaves
the smell of rain hangs in the spring air
with the quiet sensation of long gone fear
watching, waiting for what will come
this is the best part
the silence before the storm
it is beutiful. one side of my yard is sunlit, the other side is slowly being assaulted by dark clouds. this is the best part of a storm. Silence is golden. Just like this. this is what I live for. these quiet moments before a storm. speaking of storms here's a few more poems about storms
the green sky whirls
the fear swirls
and the crack
of natures whip
can be head
in the roar
of the stormy night
wrote that a couple nights ago when we had a HUMONGOUS storm hit Little Rock. Dad made me sleep in the bathtub. not so pleasant. heres the one I read for the school poetry slam.
rain pounds loudly
on the roof
of a building
in the busy city
the people ignore it
the animals hide
and the forest is full
of the eery light
as the thunder booms
and the ligthning flashes
a little boy sits on his porch
and slowly watches
many a cloud will pass
many a day will come
but one young young boy
will never forget the storm
he watched pass by
it has started sprinkling, and the wind has picked up a lot. my mom is driving home, she says it's really bad. also exited about american idol finale tonight! I think crystal bowesox will win. Go Mama Sox!! till next time!
A.D. Warrick
