The rain feels nice on my skin...
Sounds like thousands of tiny pieces of ice hitting the roof..
The thunder sounds powerful and destructive...
The lightning looks mesmerizing and beautiful...
The wind is howling through the trees....
There's that lightning and thunder again...
They act as one the lightning and thunder...
Beautiful, majestic almost...
The way the thunder sounds like it's slicing threw the air...
The way the cold air envelopes me, sending chills rippling threw my body...
The lightning turns blue sometimes...
The thunder shakes the earth beneath it...
The vibrations of thunder flowing from my feet to my legs the upper body, lastly to my finger tips...
The way the rain smells flowing threw the wind...
The rain has calmed now, but the there's still thunder and the lightning still flashes from time to time...
They linger to play a bit longer...
The dark clouds slowly getting lighter...
The animals are talking to one an other...
Some of them playing in the light rain and mud...
So I and the animals will sit and watch the storm in all it's beauty.
YOU ARE READING
Danta.
PoetryThese are poems and memo's that I've written when feeling happy or sad or angry, some of them are about things that I've been in the moment with like the rain for instance, a calming beautiful thing.
