The storm unleashed dark clouds and blackened sky
Fierce is it’s exhibition, do we stay or run away
Suddenly entranced by it’s power now unleashed
Mighty winds and broiling clouds bearing down from north-east
We are held spell bound as we witnessed the glory
Waves crashing upon the shore restless full of fury
Sounds of thunder and lightening rend the air
We watch in awe, we stand, we stare
How fierce how powerful how unexpected
Arms open wide, face to the sky we welcome unaffected
The rain that falls to land with delightful fierceness
The storm has some how managed to release us
Free from burdens too long carried
We return from whence we came unhurried
This is a nice poem!
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Thunderstorms are as awesome as this poem.
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Thank you for your kind and gracious response. I’m truly touched.
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Awesome and powerful,
This storm far from home,
But not as wonderful
As the power of the poem.
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Love that! Brief, but powerful and precisely so.
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Really good post. Reminds me of the quote… “Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet”.
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Thank you very much. It’s really true Awesome.
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much.
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