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The Thunder

The wildflowers begin to bend Amid the fields' western end, And in the distance, drumming Telling you that I was coming Darker and darker drew the sky The thirsty earth, no longer dry, A blinding flash, a warning of A lightning bolt from clouds above I rumble down with all my might A thunderstorm now at it's height, Moving east with such persistence Drumming now heard at a distance.

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Paul Callus

Date: 4/20/2024 10:37:00 AM

Lovely imagery and expressive personification, Kelly. I don't mind lightning and thunder, but thunderbolts definitely not!! Regards // paul

Sam Kauffman

Date: 4/12/2024 1:16:00 PM

Kelly, congratulations on your win. I love the way you tie the story together with drumming at the beginning of the poem, in the distance and drumming "now heard at a distance. I can feel the power of thunder in your words. I also enjoyed the directional references and the movement of the storm! Sending you Easter season blessings!

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 4/7/2024 9:40:00 AM

Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful "The Thunder" write. It is fun to hear the thunder... Have a blessed day writing away..........