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
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