Sudden Storm
The acrid, metallic taste of the air,
Full of electricty, stirring my hair,
Was just a first sign of thunder storm brewing,
Urging me haste in what I was doing.
The day which had been so arid and bright
Was darkening now as if early night,
And cooling so fast, I quite felt a chill,
Out here on the prairie with never a hill.
I must swiftly seek for some sort of cover,
If struck by the lightning, my life would be over.
The clap of the thunder was louder and nearer,
The zigzags of lightning filled me with great fear.
A child of the prairie, aware of the danger,
To these sudden storms, I was hardly a stranger.
Knowing that lightning sought tallest things round
To carry her energy into the ground,
I fell and curled up to make myself small
Just as the huge raindrops started to fall.
Pungent earth smells arose as I lay there in it,
I was soaked to the skin in barely a minute.
Then as fast as it started the storm had blown over.
I'd survived on the prairie, without any cover.
Inspired by Deborah's contest Five Senses/ Five Elements
Taste (of the air)
Touch (stirring my hair or felt a chill)
Hearing ( clap of thunder)
Seeing (lightning flashes)
Smelling (Pungent earth smells)
Water (raindrops)
Wind (storm blown over)
Earth (lying on ground)
fire (lightning flashes)
metal (metallic taste)
Won 6th place
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