SarahNSH

The sky is covered in a fluffy
blanket of cotton ball clouds
stretching into the fading horizon.

If only I could jump onto the
bed of whiteness, it looks so
inviting from the ground. Fingers
reaching toward the open plane
above me. Thinking that if I
stretch every muscle in my arm
to its breaking point I might
be able to touch the untouchable.

As a little girl I believed God
lived up there. When thunder sounded
I hid beneath slivery foils of plastic.
My imagination ran with the idea
that whoever was making the noise
was livid. Relating it to the loud
sounds of my parents arguing, I
could hear them through the floors.

The rumbling of the torrid heavens
struck my heart with surprise.
I despised how unpredictable it was
and swore that the lightning could
jump through the window and kill me
if I stared at it for too long.

Only when the rolling thunder
had traveled to the farthest ends
of the sky did I emerge. Like a
hermit peeking out of its shell.
Cool relief washes over me,
the grumbling of an angry storm
passes with the appearance of
sunlight parting persistent darkness.

butchiesmom

I had the same thoughts and still do in a way. If only...

Unlike you though, I loved and still do love the rain, the thunder, the lightning. I would lay in bed at night, watching the lightning brightened the landscape, wishing everything could remain static for just a while.

I loved swinging on the front porch watching the rain pelting down, listening to the thunder, the crack of the lightning and feeling the cool breeze come across the porch. My husband finally put a porch on our deck after 10 years and now I can sit out there and watch the rain sheets come across our narrow valley. What a wonderful sight!

hugs,
Gail

Oops! It occured to me that I didn't mention anything specific about your poem, lol. I loved it! The message was clear, it was easy to read and understand, the images were vivid and so were the emotions. Equating thunder with the sound of your parents arguing was brilliant!

Great job, Sarah!

SarahNSH

Hello Gail!

Ahhh, I do love to watch a lightning storm now and have really come to appreciate thunderstorms. When I was a little girl I was scared of them and my brother is kind of scared of scared of storms as well. That's wonderful that you can watch a storm now and it sounds like it's beautiful to watch when it's raining outside.

Oh, and I'm glad that you loved it too! This was an interesting poem to write but I was unsure how people might take it/if they would like it... so thank you for that feedback. It makes me feel a lot more confedient about it. So, thanks again for your review and checking it out!

Mysty

Hiya Sarah..... This is most certainly a stormy version of a thunderstorm. I can see how even though afraid one is drawn to watching a storm. Myself I love sitting at windows just to watch the rain. I love this different perspective you gave us..... and how you likened it to the roar of your parents arguing... Wonderful write!!

Mysty

Moonchild

Sarah, I like the way you describe the clouds and the storm.
I used to think things like this about storms too.
They used to scare me but now I love thunderstorms.
Your poem brought back some memories for me
and my parents used to argue alot too and they still do.
I could really relate to this and I think it is
imaginative and charming. I really enjoyed it and like it very much.
Thank you for sharing sweetie and write on*hugs and kisses*

JolieH

Thunderstorms bring back many memories to me as well. This is a super poem. I remember my mother saying the angels were bowling. She bowled in leagues, and I went with her often, sitting with a coloring book at the counter behind her. hmmm, this gives me some ideas....
Thanks Sarah

SarahNSH

Hello Mysty, Moonchild and JolieH!

Mysty, thank you for commenting and reviewing my poem! I'm very glad that you liked it and liked the comparison of the thunder being like parents arguing. I was unsure about that line so I'm glad to hear you liked it!

Moonchild, I think that it's great to know that I wasn't the only one to be scared by storms and now I really do like them now too. The only time they bug me is when I'm trying to go to sleep and rain/thunder will keep me awake because I pay too much attention to it and can't fall asleep. My parents argued a lot and they seem to do it even more now. So, I'm sorry that you had to go through that but I am glad that you could relate to it, even though I don't want anyone to have to go through their parents arguing with each other. I'm glad that you really enjoyed it and thank you for reading and commenting on it!

JolieH- Thank you for your comments and reviewing too! I heard of it being explained by angels bowling later on in my life when I was older to know better and I might have read it in a story or something like that. I'm a bowler myself and used to be in leagues quite a lot and consistently but lately when I bowl my hands swell up and hurt so I've stopped bowling. Oh, and I'm glad to give you some ideas! If I give you some poem ideas and you finish a poem from my little poem I'd love to see it. Anywho, thanks again for reading and taking the time to give me feedback.

Moonchild

Hello Sarah, we have more in common
than you know then. My parents argue more now too
as they are getting older and my mom was on a bowling
leage too when she was younger.
They were called, the "Powder Puffs" and they were
always in last place...hehe
Thanks for telling a bit about yourself cause otherwise
I wouldn't have known we have things in common*hugs*