storm
we sit and watch with idle eyes
keeping track of darkening skies
black clouds block the light
a sign of rain, we know the sight
“shut your windows,” mom reminds
to watch the storm we crack the blinds
the smell of rain comes creeping in
a thunder clap sets off the din
rain hits the windows tap tap tap
the thunder sounds another clap
it lasts a while, keeps us awake
until finally it begins to break
the clouds no longer weep and
it’s now time for us to sleep
Hi Cora;
ReplyDeleteI think that you were very successful in drawing the reader into your Poem. I especially enjoyed the line which reads:"the smell of rain comes creeping in a thunder clap sets off the din". I thought that although your piece describes the arrival of a storm that you provided a sense calm in the manner in which you ended the Poem. As someone who enjoys watching weather patterns I very much enjoyed reading your work. Great piece of writing!