Thunder

Rain rushes

with a crack

a crash

and a rumble.

Clouds are heavy

and dark

with lightning's

grumble.

      It is monsoon season in the desert.  Late in the afternoon we get winds, heavy clouds and then deluges
of rain.  The roads are washed out.  In an instant, the dry creek beds fill with gushing water.  Then a short while later, it is all gone.  Many of the plants that were turning brown are now sprouting green leaves and the ridges in the Saguaro cacti are spreading as the plant takes on water to store.  What would you like to write about today?

STORM

Lightning crashes.

Thunder roars.

I'm safe and warm

here indoors.

This storm is noisy.

It's what I dread.

I'm glad I'm here

asleep in bed.

     Obviously I wasn't happy with yesterday's poem because it was stirring around in my head all night while I was sleeping.  So, I thought I'd try again today.  Which poems do you like better, yesterday's or today's?  Can you write a poem about rain today?

With Your Poetry

Some folks

are a wave crashing,

stirring things up

sending flying sand

making a big splash.

Others like a pebble

tossed into the sea,

make small ripples

expand in wider

and wider circles,

reach out to me.