Thunder booms and lightning crashes
Wind roars, it howls, like a beast it thrashes.
Some run, some hide, cower inside.
But not I. For never do I feel so alive
As when I see the fire in the sky.
Blazing white it scorches the clouds
It’s power felt below on the ground.
Like a knife it carves its place
Crashing booms flow from the empty place.
It’s enough to cause ones heart to race
As the storm we stand and face.
The light, the noise, the powerful gale
A shiver of delight courses through my veins
Never more may one be the same.
Thunderous Beast
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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