I just love a thunderstorm,
especially at night,
the wind, the rain, the smell,
but most of all the lightning!
I love to sit out on the porch,
wind messing up my hair,
and watch the sky light up,
as the bolts pierce stagnate air.
I like to count the seconds,
and to be startled by the thunder,
that I knew would soon be coming,
but still, a sense of wonder.
The pets don't like the thunderstorms,
they cower, crouch and hide,
yes, it has been pointed out to me,
that they have more sense than I.
(NOTE: I cannot be held responsible for what
you thought that this would be!)
Barry Van Allen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-boom-booms/
