A Thunderstorm Poem by Hezekiah Tiamiyu
A Thunderstorm
Whirling from the west,
Madly running without rest,
Sharply, all vests abreast.
Windvanes runs out to the test,
The wind is truly from the west.
As the wind sweeps along the paths,
Like a king trees bow as he pass.
Is this arrival not a world class?
Every lass the mighty tree has,
Falls as the wind proves his class.
The pregnant cloud takes her form,
Saying the pregnant cloud is set to born,
Once again a very mighty storm.
All white and yellow to black they turn.
Thence comes that heavy thunderstorm.
Darting in and out, madly.
Traders praying, 'Rain go away, ' sadly,
Children, out with their pants, happily,
Dancing, singing, 'Rain, rain fall heavily'
As the rain pours down madly.
A lovely write in a traditional form.... enjoyable, well formed and I like that there is much thought in the structure...tyvm.. karen
nice poem...I like the way it builds up to the climax towards the end...
I like your metaphoric expressions particularly, in this poem. Nice write.
Well done on making member poet of the day, very good imagery used in your poem.
Beautifully unusual...pregnant clouds and children engrossed in the weather, singing and dancing...lovely tyvm karen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 10:40:11 AM # 1.0.0
This has a nice rhyme scheme...Your structure needs some work so that each line will flow smoothly into the next.Hhowever, for the most part it is in synch, and I enjoyed the read...~FjR~.