RoseAnn V. Shawiak Thunderstorm Poems

Above the world, sifting through the clouds, being jostled
about by turbulence in a thunderstorm, I find peace.

It's quiet outside my window, I can tell by the deafening
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Leaves crackling under pressure, signaling the arrival of
a child walking.
...

Thundering clouds, clapping across skies of majestic
blue, taking on forms and shapes of various symmetry.
Spreading themselves about, flowing into cloud drifts
like snow on earth, partaking of some sunshine,
...