Poem about the falling rain,lightning,thunder,and storm..

She awoke to the clapping thunder,

it shook her from her slumber,

upon her pillow she rested her head,

lying cosy and warm tucked up in bed….

She gazed sleepily at her window,

glimpsed flashes of lightning in the night,

just a very brief bright light,

followed by the thunder rolling low….

Thought she saw the curtains moving,

wondered if the window was open,

she could hear the heavy rain falling,

maybe her curtains were a soaking….

The thought kept gnawing in her head,

she knew she must go and check,

slowly she got out of her bed,

the short walk seemed like an arduous trek….

The window was slightly ajar,

and the driving rain was coming in,

saw a flashing light in the distant sky,

but the thunder was just a slight din….

She tightly closed the window,

and just stared out into the darkness,

now and then she she a light glow,

then a thunderous roar followed by silence….

Silence except for the following rain,

pouring against her window pane,

singing its ever sweet refrain,

continually falling again and again….

She was only in her underwear,

the night had been warmer earlier on,

now the falling rain had cooled the air,

wished she had more on than just her thongs….

To her bed she wanted to go,

but the storm and falling rain,

and the sound of thunder like a roaring train,

made her linger at her window….

Thought of creatures of the night,

sheltering from the falling rain,

little ones shivering with fright,

others applauded the falling rain with delight….

Thought of the homeless on the street,

covered in boxes with their wet feet,

of young lovers caught in the rain,

to the falling rain their sweet lips would greet….

She hummed to herself a tune,

in harmony with the rains sounds,

to its melodious pita pata routine,

as it continues to fall to the ground….

She blew a kiss into the night,

and thanked the master for such a display,

every thing was just right,

this was a show she would never forget….

Once again she laid cosy and warm,

could hear the thunder and the storm,

in her heart she applauded again and again,

as she listen to the sweet falling rain…………..end…………

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Comments (10)
  • Temjen Imchen on Oct 15, 2010

    After a long time am reading your work. Good one.

  • Bely on Oct 15, 2010

    nice poem keep up the goof work i am one of your fans.

  • pearl2010 on Oct 15, 2010

    Nice reading your poem again. I can imagine how this lady felt when thunderstorm and rain occurs while she was trying to rest. Sometimes it so relaxing to sleep at night while raining but without thunderstorm. :-)

  • Louise Silver on Oct 15, 2010

    I love the sound of thunder and lightening while tucked up warm in bed :-)

  • Christine Ramsay on Oct 15, 2010

    Stan, this is such a lovely and beautifully written poem. I’m sure Hazel will love it.

    It’s good to have you back. I haven’t seen you for a while.

    Christine

  • albert1jemi on Oct 15, 2010

    great share

  • Hettie on Oct 15, 2010

    Hi Stan, great poem, and its good to see you again,hows the weather where you are now ? Up here we are slowly drying out. Hettie

  • aleah on Oct 16, 2010

    very nice imagery, and nice to read your work again, stan!

  • Jenny Heart on Oct 18, 2010

    Perfect! I don’t know why I haven’t been getting notices of your posts. Loved it! You are very talented. Read a few of mine if you have a moment.

  • Stan Wilson on Oct 18, 2010

    hi to everyone here,yeah have been away for some short time well maybe not short time,but thank you all for your warm welcomes and greetings and comments to the poem here..thanks to everyone here…choice..

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