The sky had grumbled off and on
we should have known
that something was afoot
even before the dark cloud spat
its spume flakes of bright light,
tasering the trees before our eyes.
The wind intensified
white balls bounced waist high from the grass,
the roof of the conservatory broke forth
with automatic weaponfire. Meanwhile
the children on the square
who had at first shrieked out excitedly
now shrieked quite differently,
each wet and in distress
at his stung hands and face.
And then the cold began to penetrate,
blossom was knocked from flowering trees
and petals from the tulips in their beds.
But at the end
was nothing left of spectacle
except a deeper and more distant grumbling.
15 comments:
We've had our fair share of storms like that in recent times down here in Oz :-).
The sounds of a storm can be more exciting than the gifts/weather they bring. Thanks Dave. This storm sounds to me like warfare.
I think that many of us have weathered storms just like this. Thanks Dave.
Beautiful description of a storm - better to be endured indoors than out.
This is wonderful. So well-described and vivid. I especially like the metamorphosis of children's reaction. Well done. k.
PS - updated my elephant Munch, Dave--not that it matters and thanks for your kind comment--but to link to another blog. Really just commented on the out-of-whackness of 120 million. Crazy.
I really enjoy your steady output, always at such a high quality. K.
Very vivid description of the electric and angry power of a storm and how quickly it dissipates.
goodness...makes me think of being caught in a hail storm...been there and those buggers can surely hurt...love a good storm though in all its awesome power...
A stormy weather can be very intimidating and very unsettling. And how so vividly described in your verse. Great write Dave!
Hank
Yes,yes. That is what I always perceive at the end of a storm...and I have a poem which can "converse" with yours.
Well written, Dave. We really had some threatening storms here today. My weather radio was constantly bleeping.
Your description provoke something more than storm, even thoigh the lines are written in detail concretly. And I like the metaphorical image.
saw the title of this one below your Clarian sonnet, and had to check it out. Tells much the same story as my Clarian sonnet attempt.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/05/03/then-quickly-gone/
Windsmoke
We too!
Elisabeth
Yes, I agree about the gifts. Thanks.
The Elephant's Child
Too many just recently, I feel!
jabblog
Thank you. Yes, I sure wouldn't have wanted to be out in that one!
Manicddaily
Many thanks for this. The motivation for writing the poem began with the children's reactions.
And thanks for the kind concluding line.
Tabor
Yes indeed, especially these summer ones.
Brian
These hailstones really hurt the children to judge by their reactions.
Hank
Thank you for this. Really appreciated.
Tommaso
Thanks for the comment - and the fine poem to converse.
Mary
Seems endless just now - and in a drought, and all!
haricot
Really do appreciate this comment. Thank you so much for it.
Marbles in My Pocket
Many thanks for stopping by to say.
Aah, the anger of Mother Nature at her fiercest!
There's something truly facinating about a thunderstorm when you really look and listen, isn't there?
Perfect:)
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