Rain Thunder Poems

Downpour

the lightning flashing
     the booming of the thunder
          torrential downpour

When It Rains

When it rains it catches you completely off guard 
No mercy when it thunders and comes down hard
Your mind and heart starts to go down

The Loudest Silence

in the air, just after the storm
there is a stillness,
changing the heart, the soul
so wherever light falls
there are shadows of regret
reflected in the music
the rhythm

DANCING IN THE RAIN

Loud thunder,
coming from down under.
Rain coming down,
dancing in the rain like a clown,
in my ballgown.

Echoes of a Storm

The thunder rolls across the sky, 
right after the flash of light
spreads across the horizon, 
and it echoes…
echoes…
long and rumbling.

Its deep bass crashes
and shakes our

Lightening

Lightening illuminating the sky
It’s beautiful yet gives a fright
Going to shut off my pc
Hoping it won’t shock me
Thundering a sound that booms
Effecting me jumping across

Ghost Horses

The dismal, drizzling midnight and happenstance finds her lost by an empty field 
with few things left to lose and even fewer shames concealed. 
She

Along With The Thunder

Along with the Thunder
came Tempestas, goddess of storms
turtle doves scattered on  
corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance 
this is

ALONG WITH THE THUNDER

Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol. 33 Contest...posted 21 May 25

[Verse 1]
Most folks flinch when the skies turn black,
Shut their doors, never once look back.
But

Along with the Thunder

Along With The Thunder

Weightlessness
My soul floats "along with the thunder,"
Saturated with impending rain,
Scattered back throughout the earth,
Lost among ancient ruins and countless seas.

I awaken, feeling hollowness within my

Along with the Thunder

He brings awful thunder.
With all his disdain,
he booms and he blusters
with words most profane.

Along with the thunder -
like sparks on a plain -
comes lightning that

Along With the Thunder

The sky looks so irate and angry today.
Dark clouds strut and stamp along the sky.
Lightnings hoisted high move like tilt walkers.
Slithering sparks slice the lump

Along with the Thunder

There is not always rain
Along with the thunder
There is not always bite
Along with the bark
There is not always oxygen 
When we go under
Not always a

Along With the Thunder

In SoCal we don't get much rain,
occasionally, a pitter patter.
Along with drizzle, the windowpane
will get a little splatter.

I'm thinking, my dear, longtime friend,
that we consider