Thunder rolls across the heavens - laughing, I love to hear
the sound of it - it is music to my ears.
Looking up to heaven, seeing the fantastic light show,
feeling the urge to reach out and up, grabbing hold of a
cloud.
Peacefully, letting the feelings pass and enjoy looking on
as the storm blasts it's way to earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem brings back memories of my dad and I sitting out on the front steps watching the storm approach and then moving in to watch from the window when it finally hit with all it's glorious splendor! Thanks for helping to recall some cherished memories!