This poem is called "Thunder." I wrote it during a thunderstorm while waiting for my dad to pick me up from the library.
The thunder booms outside as I wonder how I'll get back. Hail pours as I run. Through puddles I run for saftey. Lightning strikes and I am paralyzed momentarily with fear. Several hailstones strike me. Fear releases me and I am able to move again. The deafening sound of thunder fills my ears as I take off running. The cold wind rips through my wet clothes and I shiver. The gloomy weather fills me with sorrow. My sorrow soon turns to fear when lightning strikes again. I panic and fall into a deep cold puddle. I stand up out of the puddle and find that I am near my destination. The cold paralyzes me and Thunder booms once more. I stand there shivering, getting wetter and wetter. My body is numb but I can move slowly. I take small steps towards the my destination. The cold wind rips through my wet clothes once more, but I am almost there. I am so cold; I look like a walking drowned corpse. I finally reach my destination, but in my cold drenched state, I can't open the door. Shivering, I try once more. Somehow I am able to get inside. I sit in front of the nice warm fireplace and it feel wonderful. The color returns to me and I no longer look like a corpse. Lightning strikes and Thunder booms, but I am safe here in my home.
Geckosrock99 · Fri Apr 23, 2010 @ 02:49am · 0 Comments |