Thunder in my Soul

The rain splashes down on the skillet-hot pavement

steam rises from the street, making its own fog.

A sharp bolt of lightning, way too close,

followed by window rattling thunder crash.

Sunday afternoon, my back throbbing,

I lay exhausted, listening to the storm.

Wondering if the heat, the fire, the thunder

is coming from outside me or within.

I walk slowly to the door to look out again.

The sun is peeking around a cloud,

I see a coal black cat dash by.

It’s so quiet, I can hear the grass rustling.

I knew the answer anyway, I sigh.

The thunder in my soul will always

frighten away the storm outside.




6 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Robyn Lee said,

    Excellent writing beebee – I agree – powerful!

  2. 2

    I love thunderstorms. I find them exciting and relaxing at the same time. I love the description here. I can really feel it all.

  3. 3

    Sandra Bennett said,

    Very descriptive…great writing !

  4. 4

    Beautiful and evocative. 🙂

  5. 6

    powerful, so evocative.

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