Stormy Slumber

It started with a harrowing wind, The leafy trees could attest. Then appeared a streak of light, And a rumble was its guest. My anticipation of the precipitation, Was heightened with every jolt, Until the flashing sound became a rip-roaring thunderbolt. When this sensory spectacular moved on, There came a calmness before the storm. It seemed like an eternity, Before the rain began to drop, I felt serenity, a rhythmic cadence, I hoped would never stop. So now I escaped into a tranquil night’s sleep, And thanked the Lord, That the clouds will no longer weep. Brenda Chiri Contest Name Describe a thunder storm without the sense of sound