Laying in bed cosy and warm,
i can't sleep because of the storm.
Rain slamming against the window,
storms always make me feel low.
A lightning bolt lights up the sky,
beautifully blue it makes me want to cry.
Puddles turning to streams,
streams into rivers,
deeper and deeper,
it's makes me shiver.
The storm has stopped,
out come the sun's rays,
drying up the rain,
the storm cloud merely a shadow,
upon the ground it lays.
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Very deep. i hate storms at night. they remind of every bad thing I've done, said, made someone feel like, ectra. I just can't stand it when this happens. I feel so low, and it only makes my self esteem even lower because I blame myself for EVERYONE'S problems, even if i don't know them...
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Hummz, I love Stormmmmmm
Wanna have a go in Storm with me
by
the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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very well written poem you have sissy i hate storms as well it scares me i used to hind under the table when i was younger or under my bed i love reading your poems
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touching and heartfelt here, not that sad yet very hopeful...
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THE WONDER OF A THUNDERSTORM!!!!
Oh how a storm can be so loud and frightening yet also so beautiful at the same time!
's I love thunderstorms and their loudness and brightness!!!
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Nicely penned with wonderful imagery and I liked how hopeful was your ending. All the best.
Happy new year
~Noor
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This is really good.The imagry is great here.I also hate rain storms.The only thing I really enjoy about it is the smell right after the rain and the sound it makes when it's not raining real hard but a steady flow.Great job.
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