It comes,
heat lightning crossing cloud
to cloud,
& then the silence
gets burned thru.
Down,
down,
thunder,
thunder,
& the wind
drives hail
across the highway.
Even after the rain,
its torrent ponding
in the bottom,
I find dry,
red Kentucky clay
beneath the pine trees.
Please tell me what you think
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Lovely images enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing Rudy
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Thanks so much, mona... Good to hear from you...
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Wonderful as always! I just love your imagery and when it comes to nature you are one of the best poets on this site. This is a superb read. I got drenched in the rain and then I was hit by the hailstorm...
Thanks for sharing
-Neha
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Neha,
Thank you for reading & thanks especially for your opinion of my work. I appreciate you...
Rudy
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I love watching storms
and listening to hail...from a safe place.
I like this. I like how I find a peacefulness
after the storm's violence. good poem, rudy!
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I trained to be a storm spotter many years ago. The worst thing about that is I don't always watch them from a safe place or distance. Hope all is great with you, Travis...
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this makes me feel that there is always a safe place through any storm, I love this
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I had just that thought in mind when I wrote this. Thanks for reading...
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A lovely atmospheric poem this is. I too love storms... just wish I could write them more often (the natural ones). The sounds here fall nicely on the ear.
~ Nicolette
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Thanks, Nicolette... I wrote this poem, thinking I was going to write a different poem, but my thoughts & feelings kept returning to the storm that moved across the state... Always appreciate your comments...
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