Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

This poem is called "Thunder." I wrote it during a thunderstorm while waiting for my dad to pick me up from the library.

The thunder booms outside as I wonder how I'll get back.
Hail pours as I run.
Through puddles I run for saftey.
Lightning strikes and I am paralyzed momentarily with fear.
Several hailstones strike me.
Fear releases me and I am able to move again.
The deafening sound of thunder fills my ears as I take off running.
The cold wind rips through my wet clothes and I shiver.
The gloomy weather fills me with sorrow.
My sorrow soon turns to fear when lightning strikes again.
I panic and fall into a deep cold puddle.
I stand up out of the puddle and find that I am near my destination.
The cold paralyzes me and Thunder booms once more.
I stand there shivering, getting wetter and wetter.
My body is numb but I can move slowly.
I take small steps towards the my destination.
The cold wind rips through my wet clothes once more, but I am almost there.
I am so cold; I look like a walking drowned corpse.
I finally reach my destination, but in my cold drenched state, I can't open the door.
Shivering, I try once more.
Somehow I am able to get inside.
I sit in front of the nice warm fireplace and it feel wonderful.
The color returns to me and I no longer look like a corpse.
Lightning strikes and Thunder booms, but I am safe here in my home.