Gert Strydom Thunderstorm Poems

The smell of rain hangs in the air,
blue-white the thunder bashes down
as if something ominous are reaching down
and the dogs under the shed do howl in terror
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I saw the thunder flashing down
and yet another one again,
heard the rain splattering,
suddenly a torrent splashing
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In a thunderstorm with huge drops falling,
with thunderbolts lashing around me
I hurry to my car
near the entrance of the Spar.
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Layers vapour against the window
while the rain
fall for days long without end
and I see forked lightning
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There’s a thunder storm that claps outside
and lightning bolt after lightning bolt flashes past
and the first big drops fall
slamming on the roof
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