Hear the Thunder (a poem)

Hear the Thunder

Written April 9th, 2013

Can you hear the thunder roar
Pounding loud on your door?
Rain, rain, dances aground,
Lightning flashes without a sound
The storm will knock your door down.

Can you hear the thunder growl
As the wind rushes by with a howl?
Rain, rain, lashes in the fray
Lightning darts across the grey
The storm will sweep your house away.

Cold Night Craving (a poem)

Cold Night Craving

Written February 26th, 2012

Storm screaming outside

Within warm blankets I hide

Fearful of the cold

Wind howls in red rage

Desolate snow white-out falls

Pushing on house walls

Bright warm looks of love

On this night I will dream of

Escape from winter

Waiting on the Shore (a poem)

Waiting on the Shore

Written October 1st, 2011

Icy September water

Sighs softly as it kisses the shore

Pitch black from the touch

Of a tense, starless night

The water swirls, rolling, undulating,

Lapping at my feet

A breeze rushes by

Lifting and tossing my hair

So it can touch my neck;

Soft, exposed, and vulnerable

Leaving a sinister whisper in my ears

A secret I can’t quite decipher

Tempest Storm (a poem)

Tempest Storm

Written August 14th, 2011

Thunder roaring in the sky
Lightning flashes blinding bright
Rain falling till it starts to flood
Take me, seize me, fly me high
Away from this life into the windblown night
Tempest storm I feel you running in my blood

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Just a quick little poem inspired by the storm today :)

When Tragedy Strikes (a poem)

When Tragedy Strikes

When tragedy strikes

There often is no warning

The soft sand on which you walk

Glittering with reflected sunlight

In a single step becomes sharp rocks

Beneath your soft and vulnerable feet

Hiding From the Storm (a poem)

Hiding From the Storm

Written March 31st, 2011

The rain is falling outside

Pattering softly on my window

Playing the soft tune

Of a lullaby

On my roof

We are hiding from the storm

Tucked safely in each other’s arms

Keeping the cold away

Separated from this harsh world

By the blankets around us

Nothing can hurt us

Him and I

While we’re surrounded

By this love

Somewhere Between Winter and Spring (a long poem, unfinished)

Somewhere Between Winter and Spring

The rain on the windows did pelt

And thunder crashed overhead

On that dreary cold night

Somewhere between winter and spring

The streets running with snowmelt

And mud crawling with suffocated worms

I lay with covers pulled up to my head

Wide awake, filled with fright

I remember a bright lighting flash

Streaming into the glass pane

Temporarily burning my sight

And upon which it did clear

I realized in this room I was not alone

He was a tall, leering shadow

The doom of his arrival

Accented by an earsplitting thunder crash

To my bedside he began to draw near

I wanted to ask him who he was

Wanted to throw my head back and scream

But my throat was dry, my tongue too thick

My voice sewn shut with fear’s seam

I wanted to race out the door

Out into the lawn that was rain-slick

Yet my legs were numb

Seemingly rooted to the mattress forevermore

An English Love Story (a short story by Bruno Winterman)

An English Love Story

            The rain hit the cobbled street hard and ran in rivulets down the hill. It made a loud ringing sound on the corrugated tin roofs of the houses that merchants and street performers were hiding under.  The rain was fast, there was no warning, and only a clap of thunder and then the storm came.  The sky was gray and the street urchins who play in the alleys and sit on the corners are all hiding from the storm.  But not Richard Lancaster, he was safe in his carriage on the way to meet the love of his life.