Stormy nights
Rain falls
The drops hit the roof
We lit a fire
To keep warm
I can’t hear any thunder
I can’t see any lighting
But the power out
Candles all around
Lights the way
The storm settle downs
The sun comes up
I go outside the
Smell is still there
The smell that
Was there last
Is still there
The smell of
Stormy, rainy nights
Rain falls
The drops hit the roof
We lit a fire
To keep warm
I can’t hear any thunder
I can’t see any lighting
But the power out
Candles all around
Lights the way
The storm settle downs
The sun comes up
I go outside the
Smell is still there
The smell that
Was there last
Is still there
The smell of
Stormy, rainy nights
I post this poem on Poetic Tendencies, a blog Nathan started.
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4 comments:
There a lots of people that like rainy, stormy days and nights. I'm not one of them. I'd much prefer a sunny, bright day where I can go outside and find a spot under a shade tree and open a book and read and read and read. I love the feel of a breeze and I love to feel of grass under my feet and I love the feeling of digging in the dirt in my garden and I love to sit outside and daydream.
I'm looking forward to summer. Can you tell?
I argee with Mr. Kennedy. Your poem is wonderful. I can't wait until summer is here. I'm getting very sick of all the snow and the cold.
I like rainy days. The smell and the worms.
Brings back memories. Great Poem.
Well honestly I have to say summers seems much more exciting than worms. But hey I do like the smell of the air after it rains.
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