Thunder peels and lightning strikes.
Breeze sweeps in on moistened wings.
Dry debris and leaves take flight,
Swirling round in torrent streams.
Pelting drops seek dry parched earth.
In their symphony sung as old as time.
A sequined crystal rhapsody of mirth,
Of wind swept stormy passion defined.
In thermal chase of heat lied waste,
Soothing cool replaces Summer's clime.
Such is life saved from arid strife,
In fully replenished once more again.
I'm the lover of the spirit of a storm,
As long as I remain safe,dry and warm.
Please tell me what you think
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Great poem suseann - I love the choice of vocabulary - 'peels', 'moistened', 'symphony', 'rhapsody', and so many more. I do love a poem with a more professional choice of words, and this was exactly that. Well done
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Fantastic imagery too - I can just picture a mighty tempest brewing up now - so forceful and full of wrath. Excellent write, keep it up
best wishes as always
Autumn Whisper
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LOVE the first lines! What a great opener to this "windy" write! The imagery is great, and language superb. I, too, love a good storm...to me it seems as though it's the earth's way to "vent." Well done, indeed.
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