Early this morning, we were treated to some thunderstorms. Lightning flashed, thunder rolled, rain fell and it would have been really wonderful to enjoy the storms if the timing had been right. However, storms rolling in between 1:30 and 4:30 sort of mess up my sleep patterns. Especially if there is the KABOOM of thunder that rocks the house and makes me nearly JUMP out of the bed. I tried to enjoy the rolling thunder...you know, the type that starts off in the distance, gently getting louder and then envelops the house, gently shaking it and it lasts for many seconds while it completes its journey. Yes, I enjoy that type of thunder. It remindes me of ocean waves, starting off in the distance, you can see them swell larger and larger as they approach the shore; crashing into the beach with a flourish and a spray. I had an assignment in 8th grade English class to write a poem in the style of a favorite poem or author. I chose "Fog", by Carl Sandburg. Here's my version:
The Ocean comes on large waves
It carries rocks and shells onto the shore
Then goes back to get some more
Not bad for an 8th grader, I suppose. ;) Maybe I should write about thunder...
The thunder rolls across the hills
Louder and louder as it closes in
Then rattles the house until its gone
Well, not THAT bad for a "spur of the moment" poem, huh?