Pleasant Sound Of Thunder Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lightening striking from behind storm clouds, beautifully
crackling across the sky in many fascinating lights and
angles.

A precise and exacting measurement of god's innate energy,
rain suddenly pouring down on earth with a loud crash of
thunder to let us know it's coming down.

such a pleasant sound to this mid, loving to hear thunder
for it makes this being feel safe somehow, for when only
nine years old, living in New Jersey, a hurricane hit.

We weren't allowed to look out the windows in case the
glass might break and blind us or worse, hearing thunder
reassured this little mind that all was still well.

When finally able to look out the window, seeing all the
devastation the hurricane had wrought upon our yard, all
seventy-five acres of it!

Willow trees knocked over, along with many other types of
beautiful trees that we would climb every day, saddened
by their plight, wanting to go outside to be with them.

Comforting them in our childish ways, hugging and telling
them not to worry for they were still beautiful and that
we loved them.

Still can remember whispering words of reassurance, some-
how knowing they could hear and understand us in our child-
like innocence, to this day feeling safe and protected by
the sound of thunder during a storm.