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He thunders in
from his day
supper on the
ironed for the
week no dust
She rolls her eyes and
offers a hug –
the best your
gonna get, she says.
By dinamspice URL on 07.26.2011
Cold, wet, gloomy. A loud, thunderous noise can be any kind of sound, but usually is one of natures’. God bowling, what my nanny used to say..
By Pia on 07.26.2011
thunder all over my hands
can sound touch me?
your voice did.
everything embedded in my flesh
(try to shake it out)
the rain doesn’t hurt me
i just want to be drenched
in all that you are.
i wish. i wish.
By Emma on 07.26.2011
the thunder crashes and I watch my corn sway in the wind. I love a good storm.
By B. Green URL on 07.26.2011
its loud and annoys me its bright and i hate it also reminds me of a snake ready to attack.
By abray URL on 07.26.2011
There’s always thunder after lightning. Light travels faster than sound – fact. It seems as though the sky hasn’t eaten and has a rumbly tummy. So loud and quite intimidating sometimes to us, tiny little people.
By Emily URL on 07.26.2011
summer nights on a porch
the sound of a storm
By Colleen URL on 07.26.2011
The thunder boomed in the distance as Megan headed to the kitchen. On days like these there was only one thing that calmed her after a bad day at the office – cooking. While the rain fell, Megan started to furious chop ingredients as the tears began to fall. It was then she knew that she had to make a decision – she had to follow her passion and leave the safety net of a 9-5 job behind her. At least then she wouldn’t have to deal with horrible clients, bosses and the daily office drama.
By CookingInStilettos URL on 07.26.2011
the thunder crashed all around them, they knew lightening was close. they needed shelter, they needed safety. it was too late though, they heard the crash and saw the the light- that was it. she was gone.
By ciery URL on 07.26.2011
Deep booms sound outside my window, followed by brief flashes of light cast off by the weapons of gods. They illuminate my bedroom and myself, huddled under plaid covers and counting frantically, the beats between the booms and flashes, trying to determine whether my fears are travelling away from me or drifting ever near.
By Kenna URL on 07.26.2011
The thunder rolled in with the clouds, deepening in pitch as the light faded from the Kansas sky. Tonight, she thought, I will feel completely alive.
By Hannah URL on 07.26.2011
lighting. scary. sound. the cry of thunder. juliana when she was little, she made a poorly lit movie about the cry of thuder…it was cute. i miss her. or maybe im just bored. thats probably it. its been thunder storming a lot these packs weeks. when she comes home we are going to go to the beach,cause it will be sunny then. ill get a tan and she will wear a shirt cause she hates the sun on her skin.
By grace on 07.26.2011
Thunder boomed like it came deep out of a throat like a voice of a god–not god with a capital g because who believes in that anymore?–and the window rattled and shook and I swear to god–that’s with a capital g because you never know,do you?– that the glass was going to shatter into a million silver shards, each a tiny mirror, each reflecting every one of my sins.
By Chux on 07.26.2011
The thunder burdened every living thing around my backyard, small animals cringing and scurrying back to their warm burrows. I hated storms. I buried my head in the feathery depths of my pillow and clasped my eyes shut, so tightly that blurry spots meandered across my black eyelids. Cue the headache.
By alice grace URL on 07.26.2011
The booming noise commanded the town’s attention. No one could avoid the rumbling roars or the frightening claps. To some it was danger. To others it was music. To everyone it was a storm.
By Allison URL on 07.26.2011
Once the initial shock has passed, you’re left with nothing but the reverberating ringing that assaults your eardrums. The first waves of the storm have passed but that does not mean that it has taken its aftermath with it.
By A.J. O'Riley URL on 07.26.2011
Storms are magnificent. Thunder is the beauty you can hear from the beauty you can see. God created thunder and everything that goes with thunder. Thunder reminds of who created the Earth and all the beauty we see and hear with it. Thunder is magnificent.
By Jessica Peters on 07.26.2011
Thunder is one of the most amazing things that you could witness with your bare eyes. It shows how God is great and powerful. It’s also amazing how people feel differently about it. Some are afraid of it, some experience plain aw – like myself – but the worst part is that some don’t even the beauty or power of it.
By Nada on 07.26.2011
Thunder cracked in the distance, patches dashed under the table and shivered. Her ears flattened against her furry head in fright, and she waited for the end. A girl thrust the door open and fled towards her pet. “It’s alright, i’m here,” she held the puppy closely until the storm ended.
By Serena on 07.26.2011
makes my dog freak a leak… literally.
By Allie URL on 07.26.2011
The thunder touched my butt in appropriate places. it held me close like it wanted to kiss my butthole, the slutty whore. I didn’t want that vagina.
By Lucie on 07.26.2011
The thunder rolled through the town, most people were in thier homes sleeping.
One girl stood in the street, in the pouring rain, watching, just watching him as he was leaving.
The pain was overwhelming, more than she could bear.
She would miss his lips, his fingers in her hair.
The thunder rolled through the town, most people were sleeping,
She just stood there weeping.
By Kaitlyn Neighbours on 07.26.2011
thunder loud rumbling feeling in ur bones the noise before the light like gods game of bowling energy in the sky frantic graduallly becoming louder beautiful fear echo across the sky
By amy on 07.26.2011
The first thing I can think of when I read the word ‘thunder’ is my dad singing out loud, “Thunder and lightning, my name is so frightening!”. Yes, he does that quite often. A peculiar man, my dad.
By Abrar URL on 07.26.2011
“Never!,” he thundered, “You will never win. This fight is one where your father will prevail”
Suddenly, the sky grew dark, as if the very atmosphere trembled at the roar of his voice. But, as thunderously loud as he was, he could not seem to get the kids ready for school.
In a quiet whisper, he asked himself, “How did my wife do this?”
By Land of Dave URL on 07.26.2011
Thunder crashes outside her window and she tentatively glances outside, biting her nails and racking her brain for the answer. She faces him again, only this time strong. Strong as the thunder outside her window, she looks into his cold, ice blue eyes and says, “No.”
By mollyisastagename URL on 07.26.2011
The thunder burnt through their heads, and she couldn’t hold onto the railings anymore.
By rolo on 07.26.2011
Caustic spittles of warning. My legs swipe in rhythm and my soles scrape the dusty surface. Dense breath and panic. I bounce hurriedly along the perimeter of the lake towards the peak in the distance. The reflection of the navy blue clouds on my left have gathered with more conviction. The storm has been ordered. Thunder ruptures the landscape and roars down my spinal cord. Crack. I am knocked forward onto my knees, apologetic. The message is clear – You will not proceed.
By Dave URL on 07.26.2011
loud, commanding, god’s voice.
The thunder commanded our attention, as if God himself was speaking to us. “What, Lord, what do you want of us?” The thunder crashed again and then we knew. We were not to fear Him or His commands or His message, we were to embrace Him. And with that, the entire Thompson family hugged each other and wept.
By Shelby on 07.26.2011
Thunder shakes me from within me
Allowing me to see how beautiful life is
the way it lights and storms out the door
is the way my thoughts call thunder by it’s name
Love me, call me and let me understand
how thunder call me and shakes me deep inside
By Dandy URL on 07.26.2011
It never stopped. The horrific crashing. The guns finally fell silent the day the last human died.
By Braxus URL on 07.26.2011
Lightning crashed in the dark sky above. It frightened her. But what scared her more was the t thunderous sound her heart beat made as he pulled her close. She had wanted him for so long, but it was wrong. She couldn’t love him.
By Lauren URL on 07.26.2011
thunder is very scary. it is loud. it is bad. it instigates cuddleing…which may be a good thing. im not sure if i spelt cuddeling right. my punctuation isnt the greatest either. woops.
By sarah on 07.26.2011
oh yeah this was this mean as thunder and i was like chhhuuurrr cos thunder is like mean as , and then the thunder was like loud as and i shat myself cos it gave me a fright eh. Yeah stupid thunder giving me the shits ,
By Tom Grant on 07.26.2011
I love the sound of thunder at night. The air is crisp and cold, but my body is warm and beautiful. I cannot imagine a world without thunder, as it is the reason that I can feel beauty. The pounding above me is a sign that I am not alone, because out there, somewhere, someone else hears the thunder, too.
By Sarah URL on 07.26.2011
Laying in bed….close to sunrise. Steamy air, no sheets, light just starting to peak in the curtains. What a welcome sound the thunder makes….want to lay here all day.
By More Everything URL on 07.26.2011
Thunder is crashing all around the town. Lightning strikes and the sky goes bright, almost blinding. The boom of the lightning can be heard from miles. It’s even almost a crack or a bang. It pierces through the black clouds and crackles the ears of anyone who listens.
By Serge URL on 07.26.2011
the crashing walls fall down around me
the lights flicker with excitment
all civilization is pulled under
with each breath I take my body takes over
By Phil Collins on 07.26.2011
They thundered past him, all colors and sizes, from paints to roans. This was the last run they’d make together. He had to sell the ranch and he would miss the horses more than anything he’d ever lost in his life. He watched his favorite mare, the Matron of the herd, run past and his heart thundered painfully. “Good bye.”
By Shnlynne URL on 07.26.2011
Light travels faster than sound. So naturally, the lightning came first. After the lightning, you think you’re alright, but then, suddenly, the thunder takes you aback. It’s not over yet.
By Jeli URL on 07.26.2011
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