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Just one sign, to know if Jared was safe. Thats all she needed, a single bolt of illuminating thunder against the vivid, blue December sky. The weather was cloudless, but all she wanted was thunder, beatiful, ravishing thunder.
By Kira URL on 07.27.2011
I love thunderstorms. There’s nothing better than curling up under the duvet with a good book, on a stormy winter night. I think it’s from growing up in NZ, but I’ve always loved the rain.
By Hello on 07.27.2011
The clouds formed quickly as the storm developed. The thunder roared announcing the rain to come. Like a bugler announcing the arrival of a king. Like an angry king the storm will rage across the land.
By Jerry Skains on 07.27.2011
I love thunder, to me thunder is warm and friendly, it brings peace to me.
By Mac on 07.27.2011
I have something to write about thunder. Thunder makes me feel nice. It’s loud and it blocks other noises and I feel it gives me time to think. When it thunders I feel like my head and my thoughts are in this empty place and I can pour them into there and lock them and look at them later with more clarity. I like thunder.
By Lea URL on 07.27.2011
The thunder raged as the storm blew in from the darkened sea. The sky vanished behind the vail of clouds. Intense lightning lit the sky and the thunder continued its mighty roar.
By Jerry Skains URL on 07.27.2011
Melissa is terrified of thunder, so tonight I told her she could come sleep with me. She yes to my surprise. She came with her gorgeous hair piled up in a bun on her head, a tight tank top and really short shorts. I am going to have trouble behaving tonight.
By MaddHopeVoirol URL on 07.27.2011
I like thunder. Thunder thighs however are questionable. . .I prefer non-thundering ones. Ya know, like straight kosher son. Anyways I hope i thunders today. Thunder is great. People are dumb when they say, “Did you hear that THUNDER?!”. I’m just like yo, get real dogg, you trippin.
By Andrew on 07.27.2011
Dark skies, bright flashes, loud claps – nice to hear when curled up in bed
By Megan URL on 07.27.2011
One of my favorite things in all of nature. It is extremely frightening, yet majestic, awesome, and even comforting as well. You never know how long after lightning before you will hear the thunder. Sometimes it’s a crash, sometimes it’s a rumble. It’s always expected, yet unexpected at the same time. The flash heralds its coming, but you still don’t know when it will hit.
By Jake on 07.27.2011
as if, it never existed in the first place.
for only the folks
who cared to look.
There was magic.
By NuSol URL on 07.27.2011
it’s so loud and crisp to my ears. it tickles my ears when it roars. i’ve found that the thunder doesn’t seem to get louder or quieter, but instead it’s like it just rolls around in the sky. it’s absolutely amazing and wonderful to sit outside and listen to it while watch the lightning strike and the rain pour down.
By Colleen on 07.27.2011
i love the thunder. i love watching the rain flood the streets and sitting by a big window to watch all what is going on. thunder scares some. but it comforts me. it gives me calm.
By katierae URL on 07.27.2011
thunder its loud and scary. somethimes it makes me scramble to find a safe haven. it comes after lighting and sometimes you can count the seconds between a lighting and a thunder to determine how far the storm is form you.
By princelia on 07.27.2011
il tuono è bello spacca è un suono impressionante nonché una bellissima poesia di montale o di quasimodo o di ungaretti non ricordo per me sono uguali. ogni volta che ascolto un tuono provo una emozione fortissima non è figo? è figo. come la natura influenza il nostro stato d’animo. d’altro canto se ascolto un tuono e sono al riparo mi sento bene.
By FrancescoFp on 07.27.2011
It scared me beyond belief. I shook in my bed and pulled the covers over my head. My hair stood up on end and I felt the bristle of electricity as it left my body. The world seemed so still until I felt the rumble of another bolt hit the sky.
By tiffany on 07.27.2011
The thunder cracked in the sky after the lightening lit it up. I watched the rain pour down the windows and his car pulled up. Thank god he is okay, but he might not be after he enters the door. The door is locked so he must try to find his key on the full key ring he carries in his hand. As he walks in I don’t look up from my book until he asks me how I am I respond with “Fine.” and that’s where the conversation ends. He looks frazzled an
By riannon on 07.27.2011
The thunder crashed. All the people screamed in agony as the thunder seemed to swoop down and grab them by the neck. One girl even fainted from shock. All of the survivors described the crash as a deathly scream.
By OOGA on 07.27.2011
Thunder crashed overhead and we ducked, scared. we tried to get out of the tunnel but the dark was making it hard.
By Voice URL on 07.27.2011
The thunder echoed, resonating with the sound of a thousand screaming children; innocent tortured souls forever imprisoned within the confines of the past, unable to ever redeem themselves for a better future; they are hopeless and abject in their fate.
By AP on 07.27.2011
I read on a social networking site that a friend of mine was woken up by thunder in the night. I was surprised to read that. I didn’t hear any thunder and we live in the same city. I feel robbed. I love to be woken up by thunder. it’s exhilarating.
By Nikki Voltaic URL on 07.27.2011
Thunder scares me but I am drawn to it. i live in the desert and the storms can be dramatic and thrilling. We used to gather the kids and turn everything off and just watch the summer storm. Memories
By mary on 07.27.2011
Without lightning, no thunder.
Without light, no darkness.
Without day, no night.
Without you, no me.
Without fear, no courage.
Without sorrow, no joy.
Without . Within.
By Geejay URL on 07.27.2011
it was a stormy night. Thunder was everywhere, and I was in the middle of the desert. I called out to my friend, Anna, but she was too far away to hear me. How were we supposed to get out of this moonsoon storm? I started to wonder if this would last all night.
By Hannah on 07.27.2011
thunder brings on lightning and that’s something i really love. it produces a calm sound within me and the kind of mood that makes me want to lay around and watch my old favorite classic disney movies. thunder is nature’s way of calming the soul
By Jenna K Davis on 07.27.2011
Thunder rumbles, rolls, cracks, and sure does take its time to follow lightning. The speed of light is 3 times ten to the 8, meters per second while the speed of sounds is roughly 300 meters per second. Thunder is lacking in the energy. They are waves moving in the atmosphere.
By chelseacorinn on 07.27.2011
The thunder grew louder as the knife continued to make swift moves across Megan’s cutting board. Could she leave the security of a bi-weekly paycheck behind, she wondered? Bills were always present but she was getting miserable day by day. How much longer could she sacrifice her dreams for the security of being a cubicle slave. But how could she put her plan into motion?
By CookingInStilettos URL on 07.27.2011
the light hit the water electric
and all time feel
devout like a mother
soft like hell
this volition mounted
By Joy on 07.27.2011
Thunder rumbles, rolls, cracks, and sure does take its time to follow lightning. The speed of light is 3 times ten to the 8 meters per second while the speed of sound in roughly 300 meters per second. Thunder is lacking in the energy. They are waves that move within the atmosphere.
By chelseacorinn URL on 07.27.2011
i love the rain. i love thunder storms and watching the sky fill up with streaks of light.
i love being caught in the rain.
but i hate waiting for the storm to pass because i never want it to.
but all good things most come to an end eventually.
By Emily URL on 07.27.2011
scared ass kids …………….idk … I love the sound of it …..It mutes everything around you; it is all you can hear. For the moment the world stops and listens; only to be reminded of how significant nature’s energy is compared to the lifeless things that what we make up to be important.
By PMN on 07.27.2011
loud shocking rain Allah Akbar Hope scary big phenomenal great awesome
By yusuf on 07.27.2011
Thunder is accompanied by lightning and rain. When the rain falls it’s very relaxing and peaceful but then the lightning comes sporadically. usually, when Lightning strikes, it makes you nervous because you know Thunder is coming soon. but you never really know how loud it’s going to be. it could be so loud that it scares you straight! sometimes it’s quieter though and relaxing just like the rain.
By Carly on 07.27.2011
Thunder. Yo know a storm is about to come. You know it will be wild. Sometimes it scares the children, sometimes it wakes you up from sleep. You know a storm its on its way. A warning.
By Maria on 07.27.2011
thunder is the air between the clouds, pushed by electricity that produces the sounds so many animals fear. thunder is the wide-spread panic of groups of people filled with awe and despair at the destruction of their cities.
By Cassie Pettit URL on 07.27.2011
thunder is the air between the clouds, pushed by electricity that produces the sounds so many animals fear. thunder is the wide-spread panic of groups of people filled with awe and despair at the destruction of their cities. it is the thing that breaks the silence on a summer afternoon with tea and whislting on the porch. we all fear thunder with reverence and glory. oh to take the sky!
thunder is beautiful, it’s like a dulled monster roaring in the distance. it will calm your soul if you let it. just close your eyes and let the rolling thunder booms take you away.
By jennakay URL on 07.27.2011
Even my skin was wet. I was shivering, my teeth were chattering, but you couldn’t hear it because of the thunder. My wet clothes weighed me down. Every step took immense strength. But I kept at it. It didn’t seem that I would make it, but I eventually did.
The gate was bland, not at all as I had expected. I opened it and went inside.
By suriti on 07.27.2011
It thunders profusely as she listens to her gritty punk rock bands and her gorgeous classical music; she is at peace, becoming an opposite to the thunder, just like her music. Her eyelids flutter, indulging in the harmony created by the booming music and the booming thunder; she is reminded of the “Rite of Spring” as her fingers linger and drum on the aged wood of the table.
By Olivia Gauntlett URL on 07.27.2011
reverberating in my sternum, consequences of brilliant flames blazing across the sky , entangling onyx thunderheads like a fly entrapped in a fiery web. Shaking the oscillating creek bank and beating the drum in my chest with its own rhthym.
By haley on 07.27.2011
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