thunderstorms are a paradox to me
bringing feelings of calm and fear and allure all at once
the soft pitter-patter of raindrops
(drip drop drip drop)
and the burst of lightning like a camera flash from above
combined with the misty dark gray sky
an entrancing light that stays for just a second
a desire to run in the rain and stomp in puddles
(mom always said no and I always said yes)
but also to curl up with a book for the night
and the thunder, a foreboding boom
a low rumble like a growl from a carnivore, ready to claim it's prey
(it's time. The end is now)
a dark grim feeling with every roll of thunder
and when it's over the air has chilled
and everything seems cleaner
(and more wet)
and a rainbow is there to help sort out the feelings, toss out the fear and darkness of the thunder and leaves only
gay
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
thunderstorms are a paradox to me
bringing feelings of calm and fear and allure all at once
the soft pitter-patter of raindrops
(drip drop drip drop)
and the burst of lightning like a camera flash from above
combined with the misty dark gray sky
an entrancing light that stays for just a second
a desire to run in the rain and stomp in puddles
(mom always said no and I always said yes)
but also to curl up with a book for the night
and the thunder, a foreboding boom
a low rumble like a growl from a carnivore, ready to claim it's prey
(it's time. The end is now)
a dark grim feeling with every roll of thunder
and when it's over the air has chilled
and everything seems cleaner
(and more wet)
and a rainbow is there to help sort out the feelings, toss out the fear and darkness of the thunder and leaves only
gay
surprise ending to a lame poem
