thunder
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What do u think is the best part of the rain
For meThat spark of light
That flashes Just like a ray of hope
And lighten up the gloom
Or maybe the lightning of two souls
I hear the deep rolling growl of my fathers pick up truck pulling into our driveway
The plumes of smoke filling the air like an ominous grey cloud of warning.
"Who are you," he asks,
"Are you a god or a fool?"
I tweet in response,
"Noobmaster, It's Thor again..."
Hammer and beer at my side.
The shocking electric pulse,
Flowing through my veins.
I’m charged and strong,
Ready to fly,
Through the driving rains.
I drop a single bolt,
He shook me furiously and the thunder shook the house surrounding my fragile skeleton.
~awatr
my words have power
like thunder in an otherwise quiet night
they reach ears miles from their source
a crack of light with each ink stain
while the message is carried across cities
Thunderstorm in the attic:
Nonsensical.
There is a storm in my home.
She rips through my hall, growling.
The ‘patter’ of rain begins to pummel my oak floor.
It is raining
The lightning lashes
The thunder roars
I am running towards a lone figure
collapsed upon the ground
It is raining
The angry skies on a sleepless night,
Rolling thunder, flashes of light,
A tireless battle midst roiling clouds.
A quick parry, a sudden thrust,
Their booming voices,
The clouds start moving in,
obscuring the midday sky.
They layer upon one another,
blocking out all available sunshine.
The wind picks up,
rushing through the trees.
Deep-throated thunder booming across the vale
Shattered glass and
Called out to my heart like home.
The rain falls and it sounds like bullet casings;
The rain falls and it sounds like home.
The thunder comes and I am hiding,
Under a table, away from you.
From your thunder-clap hands,
Lightning
One... Two... Three... Four....
A rumble..... Then a silence...
The rain didn't count as a sound in this storm too
It's falling drops were gentle, against this sky made without blue
I am
I am nothing but I can eventually be something
I am two eyes and heartbeat and mouth that is full of words
I am the heart that beats inside of me and the blood that pumps through my veins
Retreat, regroup
Wind pummels rocky water,
Kinetic greets potential,
Bearing down on the steadfast shore.
Prequel of froth
Turbulent and tumultuous,
Echoed in the susurrus of spectators,
Growl of the Gods- [Title provided by Bravo Blane]-Stella D’Vine
I sit there looking down, a permanent scowl upon my face.
I rip at the ground, my nails digging into the soft mud, pulling the grass out of the root.
Soft, Calm, Cataclysm
Thats what I call a storm
Barely suppressed fury
Thats what I call a storm
I have so much to do and so much to say
And I know that if I was able to remove that one thing from my chest
that one thing that keeps the light in
One could spend an eternity of Light and Waves
To fathom what’s just beyond the charcoal borders
Drowning everything in the passage of its escape.
I feel a poem like you feel rain
hanging in the air, stirring the skies
soon to strike skin but not quite yet
the way birds declare spring miles before you smell puddles
how the beetles cower in tree-nooks
Let me hear the rolling thunder
Let me stand out in the rain
Envelope the days and troubles
Wash away the hidden stain
Hear the rushing and the gushing
Of the wind’s resounding might,
O’er the ruckus of the rain
Like how only the sky can feel the lightning, thunder and rain
only i know the feeling of empty loneliness
the true distance between me and happiness
only i can fake the smile
and hide the tears
I wish I lived alone
so no one would have
to hear the rain fall
and the rolling thunder
Instead I hide
and bury myself
in blankets and pillows
in fear of being heard.
Why, my daisy,
Do your petals droop?
Fading, falling to the ground?
And why, my daisy,
Do you bow down to the wind
When gusts growl and roar with rage?
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window,
It’s louder friend only seconds behind.
They bring me no fear,
No wariness, no excitement.
Look outside.
Close your eyes.
Listen to the rain.
Block out all the pain.
Hear the thunder.
It makes your heart wonder.
Open your eyes.
Ignore all the lies.
Watch the lightning
Thunder claps its own song,
Rain drops its own tune,
Wind whistles its own melody
and all that comes from me
is this poem
The rain was cold and nipped the skin,
The Thunder boisterous,
And the Lightning un-disciplined.
It teased the silver Guardian
While the thunder spoke in a lion’s roar
Of the approaching soul.
The rain, it is my comfort,
when I sit, alone, in darkness,
my thoughts completely consumed
by you.
The thunder sounds different here - like a metal trash can thrown gently to the ground.
It echoes weakly, dissipating sadly on hesitant wings.
It’s not the same as at home where it rumbles and grumbles,
Shining drops caress the leaves
Singing the song the nighttime weaves.
Lightning flashes, the thunder chimes
To the chaos of my mind.
Passionate love, wild like fury.
The edges of reality becoming blurry.
The sky is dark and haunting.
It speaks with a voice that echoes across the world in omnipotent waves, forcing the weak into the shadows.
Pockets of grey precipitation are illuminated intermittently by a heavenly source.
