Rhea Badhwar

The Thunderstorm - Poem by Rhea Badhwar

As I lay tucked into bed,
I stare out at the sky.
I hear the wind howling,
Cracking branches way up high.

The whistling of wind,
And the rhythmic pounding of rain
I find it somewhat soothing,
My efforts to sleep are not in vain.

Suddenly the crack of thunder,
Jolts me out of my dream.
As a branch hurtles to the ground,
I stifle a terrified scream.

The lightning flashes brightly,
Boldly streaking through the night.
The thunder crashes loudly,
It gives me quite a fright.

Suddenly the noise and lights falter,
All that can be heard is the rain.
Soft, peaceful, relaxing,
I soon find myself dreaming again.

Topic(s) of this poem: weather

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2014

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