Storm Poem by Tasha Young

You hear the sound of roaring thunder miles out on the water.

It's getting closer but done for the day.

A bright light streams across the sky it flashes as a rope strobe light.

As I look out and up from my patio of my beach house I try to watch but it just hurts my eyes.

After the light comes the sound a loud roaring rumble as a bowling ball hiting against bowling pins in a stirke.

As I stand watching the patio wood boards rumbled wow! That one was really loud and close.

More lighting flashes come one manages to hit a palm tree and split it in half crack! As the trunk splits.

Boom! Crack! A string of lighting hits the sand in front of me wow that is just a little to close for me.