The kids are upstairs asleep and I am alone downstairs. The power is out yet the house lights up like a strobe light at a disco. The loud boom follows close behind as my heart jumps out of my chest. All I want to do is grab the kids and hide away in my closet, away from all windows. Why I hate this type of weather so much is unknown to me. Another flash……..followed by a loud boom. The house shakes. Tears fall with the rain. Please go away.
thunder and lightning. I love thunderstorms. the sounds that scare many are amazing to me. they can put me to sleep while they keep others up. I think I can fall asleep faster to the sound of thunderstorms than without.
Thunder makes me think of drumming in my ears and flashes of electric light. Its loud and scary, but not necessarily dangerous. There have been people in my life that were like thunder. But I prefer friendship to be a quiet rain.
I’ve never heard thunder like I heard today. It was a loud crash, and then, suddenly, the sky was bright with lightening and a torrential downpour of rain was unloosed on my car. I tried desperately to pull over to the side of the road, but I couldn’t see far enough in front of me to be able to do even that.
BOOM. She ducked her head and turned to look at the same time.
“Thunder doesn’t have a sight,” I told her, looking up from my computer. She laughed nervously.
“Doesn’t mean I won’t try to see it coming, ” she said, blushing a little but not turning away from the window. Reason and thunder, apparently, do not mix.
It was 9′ o clock, the sky was getting darker and the animals were scattering in ever direction. That’s when I heard it, I heard the crashing of thunder like no other crashing I’ve heard before. The light from the bolt had lit up the room.
quick. striking, beautiful. as he is, its as if the world had no breath. the air was stripped of its power. the brilliance and beauty of the presence. the love felt in the moment is almost overpowering. as if there was nothing else in the world. the moment, once there, once felt above everything else….final….gone.
lightning. thunder is scary, loud and random. It sneaks up on you when you expect it, which is worse than when you don’t. I am definitely startled when I hear thunder. I don’t know anyone that actually likes this. I’m not a fan. Sometimes it sets off the car alarms in my neighborhood.
Quick, striking, beautiful. a moment that time stands still. none in nature can compare. brilliance through the stars. all in awe, a statement from God. Final.
Thunder strikes, the world cowers, and lightning follows. There has never been a storm so furious in all my life. The rain poured like a water fall, and as I stood I was swimming in a see of sadness.
loud, sounds amazing. scary. makes you think about the world. lightning, powerful, everyone is afraid, i find it comforting, to know that something is larger than life, and is able to produce such a soun dthat it changes the world. its beautiful actually.
It’s dark, it’s dangerous. It’s horrible, it frightens me. I tell my mother i’m scared. She simply looks at me, in her passive state. I imagine that when you’re drunk you don’t hear the noise as much. Maybe I should borrow her whiskey bottle, too?
thunder scares.
thunder is the reason why i dream. it is everything. without thunder i am nothing, not you, not i, not anyone. whenever i want to feel like i belong i call upon it and like a memory it comes. right away, instantly.
“The Thunder,” better known as Jonathan Chenghie began his career in, of all places, a Catholic High School where he used to bully students and teachers. Even though he was a bully, he was widely loved, because every trick he played ended as a hilarious and thoughtful homage to the victim. Still, at least one teacher did not, at first, find him amusing.
so coincidentally, i open this page and this lyric plays “thunder only happens when it’s raining. players only love you when they’re playing.” – “dreams” by fleetwood mac.
The noise drowned out all other senses. It was impossible to think, I could only stand still and listen to the waves of power rolling over me like a tsunami.
thunder… an interesting word whether it be the sound lightning makes that booming noise, or it is used to describe a tremondous event. as i sit hear i can here thunder bomming in the distance and the thunderous scream from downstairs. it is my mother screaming for my father who has just passed in his chair. she is in utter despair crying as we wait for an ambulance to arrive, i know its too late…
when i should be downstairs mourning as well all i can do instead is go to my room and type my feelings away. i never related to my father very well all my life he seemed more like a super, a man in charge of looking after the place i lived we we’re close on a personnal level
it’s thunder isn’t it he said as he tried to mask the awkward silence that clearly stood between us sure maybe i guess yeah i replied as if he was the first boy i’d ever laid eyes on i knew this wouldn’t last long that he’d leave me and remember the sound of the thunder even better than the sound of my voice
The rumbles tear apart the landscape, and water drips down the windowpanes, like tears in the eyes of a beautiful girl, who just realized that what she can hear can’t hurt her – but what she sees too late, will.
Thunder and lighting –
I speak truth, I like blue, and lighting strikes up.
Thunder bolds and lightening, very very frightening. You don’t scare me no more I’ve seen it all, you took it all away and left me alone, stripped to the bone, dared me to change and I have, here I am, I’ve figured out your game and I am no longer afraid.
oh how i loove the sound of thunder. it’s scary but it’s nice. i like to think my brain has a chance to keep up with the sounds. if you listen really carefully you can actually hear it dance through clouds.. you can hear the position. but really the truth is, I’m hearing something quit different… my brain may seem fast, and may in fact be faster than any computer… but still the amount of time it takes the sound waves to hit my temporal lobe… and the time it takes the electrical impulse to come back! we may be talking nanomilliths.of a second… but everyone counts. a whole lot more than you know. it all adds up and in return thunder is a completely different experience for me, than it is for itsself…
hits me from afar like the storms in the clouds. how could you expect me to hold it together with all those doubts. losing hope but gaining strength, pass here and pass away, try to explain the words of the storm but all of the clouds have taken a different form.
I was watching tv and started to thunder so loud. I just closed my eyes and listened. It was so soothing and when it rumbled I could feel it in my bones. Then the rain came along with the thunder. So now I had the best of both worlds!
The heavy low rumble came from over the hills. I counted under my breath waiting for the next wave of noise. Five seconds, that meant that the storm would be just over my sister’s school, I wondered if she was pretending to be brave or bawling like a baby.
I was curled up on my beanie reading a book when I first heard the thunder. I jumped, dropping the book on the floor by Mittens, waking him up from his slumber. He jumped, meowing at me as if saying, “Why’d you wake me up?” I turned away from Mittens and looked out the window, there was a downpour going on all of a sudden. In the distance I could see lighting. The thunder sounded again and Mittens yowled, his fur standing on end.
whenever he passes by, she hears thunder, feels a vibration. how is that possible? she’s known him since he was in grade school, the little brother of her friend, Beth. now, he’s thunder to her. when did that happen? does she need her ears checked?
Sometimes there was thunder when I lived in Arizona. Rain wasn’t that uncommon but hearing booms in the desert scared me. I thought of nuclear tests. Fallout. Radiation for miles. Or maybe I just thought another anarchist attack was happening… but it’s been years since that incident.
I just recently had the most amazing thunderstorm experience of my life. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of three years and my best friend in the world had just been stood up. She came over and we contemplated having a chick flick night and eating our weight in ice cream. But it started pouring outside, pathetic fallacy, right? So instead we decided to run through the flooded streets like children, watch the lighting, and squeal at the thunder instead. We laid in the grass outside my house and watched the lightning streak across the sky, rain falling in our eyes the whole time. It was so impressively thrilling, and a night I’ll never forget.
Thunder? AArrgh, yesterday it was lightning. I thought this was random generator??? Will someone PLEASE give me the story on this site?? How did you make it? How does it work? Ho w in the world do you get money off it when there are no ads? Do people send you money? Haha, do you offer publishing to those who have cool thingys???
Once I was with this girl and we were upset because my Mom was screaming and I said “let’s go watch the thunder” and she didn’t correct me because she loved me or whatever. I ended up correcting myself later but I still say that sometimes. Thunder is sound only.
BOOM! there was thunder and thunder makes a loud sound and my dog is really afraid of thgunder and she just walks around whinning. its really annoying. so is my
A boom suddenly woke me up into reality. I was finally sleeping to rejuvenate from a sleepless night with someone so special. I suddenly found myself hugging her tighter than ever. She must’ve noticed that she she moved a little. The thunder was non-stop but it told me how beautiful reality was. I realized it when I, again, slept with the woman of my dreams. The thunder was nothing compared to the sound of her steady breathing. I smiled and closed my eyes.
what began as a slight shower turned in the worst storm Chicago had seen in a decade.
he sat on the windowsill with the flashing lights and noise surrounding him.
embracing nature’s wickedness, he sat, understanding.
One of my favourite things in the world is a thunderstorm in the middle of summer. You just cant beat the sound of rain bouncing off the pavement, and the smell it brings. It somehow seems so right, just when it should be so wrong. But maybe that’s just me.
The thunder roared and rolled across the sky like a steamroller on gravel. It grated and bumped with no concern for anything or anyone beneath it. She sighed and placed the curtain back on the window. Outside wasn’t the only place with thunder at that moment. She stared across the room where the men cheered at a football game across the country, and hoped they lost.
The kids are upstairs asleep and I am alone downstairs. The power is out yet the house lights up like a strobe light at a disco. The loud boom follows close behind as my heart jumps out of my chest. All I want to do is grab the kids and hide away in my closet, away from all windows. Why I hate this type of weather so much is unknown to me. Another flash……..followed by a loud boom. The house shakes. Tears fall with the rain. Please go away.
thunder and lightning. I love thunderstorms. the sounds that scare many are amazing to me. they can put me to sleep while they keep others up. I think I can fall asleep faster to the sound of thunderstorms than without.
Thunder makes me think of drumming in my ears and flashes of electric light. Its loud and scary, but not necessarily dangerous. There have been people in my life that were like thunder. But I prefer friendship to be a quiet rain.
is loud and most the time totally freaks me out, but i also find it cool.
I’ve never heard thunder like I heard today. It was a loud crash, and then, suddenly, the sky was bright with lightening and a torrential downpour of rain was unloosed on my car. I tried desperately to pull over to the side of the road, but I couldn’t see far enough in front of me to be able to do even that.
BOOM. She ducked her head and turned to look at the same time.
“Thunder doesn’t have a sight,” I told her, looking up from my computer. She laughed nervously.
“Doesn’t mean I won’t try to see it coming, ” she said, blushing a little but not turning away from the window. Reason and thunder, apparently, do not mix.
It was 9′ o clock, the sky was getting darker and the animals were scattering in ever direction. That’s when I heard it, I heard the crashing of thunder like no other crashing I’ve heard before. The light from the bolt had lit up the room.
quick. striking, beautiful. as he is, its as if the world had no breath. the air was stripped of its power. the brilliance and beauty of the presence. the love felt in the moment is almost overpowering. as if there was nothing else in the world. the moment, once there, once felt above everything else….final….gone.
lightning. thunder is scary, loud and random. It sneaks up on you when you expect it, which is worse than when you don’t. I am definitely startled when I hear thunder. I don’t know anyone that actually likes this. I’m not a fan. Sometimes it sets off the car alarms in my neighborhood.
Quick, striking, beautiful. a moment that time stands still. none in nature can compare. brilliance through the stars. all in awe, a statement from God. Final.
Thunder strikes, the world cowers, and lightning follows. There has never been a storm so furious in all my life. The rain poured like a water fall, and as I stood I was swimming in a see of sadness.
loud, sounds amazing. scary. makes you think about the world. lightning, powerful, everyone is afraid, i find it comforting, to know that something is larger than life, and is able to produce such a soun dthat it changes the world. its beautiful actually.
It’s dark, it’s dangerous. It’s horrible, it frightens me. I tell my mother i’m scared. She simply looks at me, in her passive state. I imagine that when you’re drunk you don’t hear the noise as much. Maybe I should borrow her whiskey bottle, too?
thunder scares.
thunder is the reason why i dream. it is everything. without thunder i am nothing, not you, not i, not anyone. whenever i want to feel like i belong i call upon it and like a memory it comes. right away, instantly.
“The Thunder,” better known as Jonathan Chenghie began his career in, of all places, a Catholic High School where he used to bully students and teachers. Even though he was a bully, he was widely loved, because every trick he played ended as a hilarious and thoughtful homage to the victim. Still, at least one teacher did not, at first, find him amusing.
so coincidentally, i open this page and this lyric plays “thunder only happens when it’s raining. players only love you when they’re playing.” – “dreams” by fleetwood mac.
The noise drowned out all other senses. It was impossible to think, I could only stand still and listen to the waves of power rolling over me like a tsunami.
thunder… an interesting word whether it be the sound lightning makes that booming noise, or it is used to describe a tremondous event. as i sit hear i can here thunder bomming in the distance and the thunderous scream from downstairs. it is my mother screaming for my father who has just passed in his chair. she is in utter despair crying as we wait for an ambulance to arrive, i know its too late…
when i should be downstairs mourning as well all i can do instead is go to my room and type my feelings away. i never related to my father very well all my life he seemed more like a super, a man in charge of looking after the place i lived we we’re close on a personnal level
Not lightning. Not the one you might call a second mother.
It’s precisely why we leave the past and lie in bed like a tired obsolete worm.
Not the whys of how we broke up, not even the sound the songs come after with their hook.
It’s simple sound, but how heavy! How heav
it’s thunder isn’t it he said as he tried to mask the awkward silence that clearly stood between us sure maybe i guess yeah i replied as if he was the first boy i’d ever laid eyes on i knew this wouldn’t last long that he’d leave me and remember the sound of the thunder even better than the sound of my voice
The rumbles tear apart the landscape, and water drips down the windowpanes, like tears in the eyes of a beautiful girl, who just realized that what she can hear can’t hurt her – but what she sees too late, will.
Thunder and lighting –
I speak truth, I like blue, and lighting strikes up.
Thunder bolds and lightening, very very frightening. You don’t scare me no more I’ve seen it all, you took it all away and left me alone, stripped to the bone, dared me to change and I have, here I am, I’ve figured out your game and I am no longer afraid.
oh how i loove the sound of thunder. it’s scary but it’s nice. i like to think my brain has a chance to keep up with the sounds. if you listen really carefully you can actually hear it dance through clouds.. you can hear the position. but really the truth is, I’m hearing something quit different… my brain may seem fast, and may in fact be faster than any computer… but still the amount of time it takes the sound waves to hit my temporal lobe… and the time it takes the electrical impulse to come back! we may be talking nanomilliths.of a second… but everyone counts. a whole lot more than you know. it all adds up and in return thunder is a completely different experience for me, than it is for itsself…
hits me from afar like the storms in the clouds. how could you expect me to hold it together with all those doubts. losing hope but gaining strength, pass here and pass away, try to explain the words of the storm but all of the clouds have taken a different form.
I was watching tv and started to thunder so loud. I just closed my eyes and listened. It was so soothing and when it rumbled I could feel it in my bones. Then the rain came along with the thunder. So now I had the best of both worlds!
The heavy low rumble came from over the hills. I counted under my breath waiting for the next wave of noise. Five seconds, that meant that the storm would be just over my sister’s school, I wondered if she was pretending to be brave or bawling like a baby.
overhead, it storms; the drumming of the rain with intermittent rumbling, like a tropospheric stomach.
I was curled up on my beanie reading a book when I first heard the thunder. I jumped, dropping the book on the floor by Mittens, waking him up from his slumber. He jumped, meowing at me as if saying, “Why’d you wake me up?” I turned away from Mittens and looked out the window, there was a downpour going on all of a sudden. In the distance I could see lighting. The thunder sounded again and Mittens yowled, his fur standing on end.
I hate how it shakes the house, but love the romance that comes with it. the fear connects our souls, him and I.
whenever he passes by, she hears thunder, feels a vibration. how is that possible? she’s known him since he was in grade school, the little brother of her friend, Beth. now, he’s thunder to her. when did that happen? does she need her ears checked?
Sometimes there was thunder when I lived in Arizona. Rain wasn’t that uncommon but hearing booms in the desert scared me. I thought of nuclear tests. Fallout. Radiation for miles. Or maybe I just thought another anarchist attack was happening… but it’s been years since that incident.
I just recently had the most amazing thunderstorm experience of my life. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of three years and my best friend in the world had just been stood up. She came over and we contemplated having a chick flick night and eating our weight in ice cream. But it started pouring outside, pathetic fallacy, right? So instead we decided to run through the flooded streets like children, watch the lighting, and squeal at the thunder instead. We laid in the grass outside my house and watched the lightning streak across the sky, rain falling in our eyes the whole time. It was so impressively thrilling, and a night I’ll never forget.
Thunder? AArrgh, yesterday it was lightning. I thought this was random generator??? Will someone PLEASE give me the story on this site?? How did you make it? How does it work? Ho w in the world do you get money off it when there are no ads? Do people send you money? Haha, do you offer publishing to those who have cool thingys???
Once I was with this girl and we were upset because my Mom was screaming and I said “let’s go watch the thunder” and she didn’t correct me because she loved me or whatever. I ended up correcting myself later but I still say that sometimes. Thunder is sound only.
the sky turns dark and it can start raining but usually doesn’t when it thunders. Along with thunder comes along its friend, Lightning.
BOOM! there was thunder and thunder makes a loud sound and my dog is really afraid of thgunder and she just walks around whinning. its really annoying. so is my
A boom suddenly woke me up into reality. I was finally sleeping to rejuvenate from a sleepless night with someone so special. I suddenly found myself hugging her tighter than ever. She must’ve noticed that she she moved a little. The thunder was non-stop but it told me how beautiful reality was. I realized it when I, again, slept with the woman of my dreams. The thunder was nothing compared to the sound of her steady breathing. I smiled and closed my eyes.
what began as a slight shower turned in the worst storm Chicago had seen in a decade.
he sat on the windowsill with the flashing lights and noise surrounding him.
embracing nature’s wickedness, he sat, understanding.
One of my favourite things in the world is a thunderstorm in the middle of summer. You just cant beat the sound of rain bouncing off the pavement, and the smell it brings. It somehow seems so right, just when it should be so wrong. But maybe that’s just me.
The thunder roared and rolled across the sky like a steamroller on gravel. It grated and bumped with no concern for anything or anyone beneath it. She sighed and placed the curtain back on the window. Outside wasn’t the only place with thunder at that moment. She stared across the room where the men cheered at a football game across the country, and hoped they lost.