Well, storm coming in. big one. I'm sitting in the middle street watching (no, my street is not very busy for my relatives). here's the poem fresh from the notebook.

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