thunder and lightening. a pair. they go together always, never separate. beautiful to say the least. the eruption of sound after a magnificent shot of light through the air, how unbelievable is God. amazing creation.
Thunder I heard it just now. Clapping did i see something move to the right of me. Where did it go what was it? Was it just the noise? Was it the moment? Who was there I don’t know but i thought I heard thunder. But through this muffled air conditioning it was probably just a car door or something stupid. Doesn’t explain what I saw however. Life is weird sometimes like that.
Thunder strikes, and the world shakes. Everything stops and pays attention. Mother Nature is demanding it. You can’t ignore her, she is the power. There’s nothing quite so awesome as a good old fashioned thunderstorm to remind you of what life is.
Thunder boomed, and it made them feel at home. It was worm in the tiny shack- cozy, laughter bubbling up to fill the room with cheer. Between that and the storm outside, there was a comforting sort of wall made up of noise.
I don’t get why people are afraid of thunder. It’s not scary or anything. It almost reminds me of fireworks, just without all the pretty sparkles and lights and whatnot. Just the booms. It really isn’t that scary. Plus after lightning strikes, however many thunder claps roar equals the miles away the lightning was, so if you hear more thunder claps, you should feel more comfortable.
rolling, drowning out all other sounds. i listen. the magnitude pouring through me. cleansing every small doubt out of me. the answer, final. my questions, complete. in this one, infinitely small moment, i know the answer. i recognize the God of all. His answer: in the thunder.
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. Do you know you’re unlike any other? you’ll always be my thunder. I said, Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors. I don’t wanna ever love another. You’ll always be my thunder. So bring on the rain. Oh, baby, bring on the pain. And listen to the thunder…
It makes me think of storms in the midwest. I live in Kansas and thunderstorms in the spring and summer are a way of life. The ground quakes at the sound of thunder when it rumbles across the sky. The earth is renewed with the rains that accompany the storms.
Sound of great might entered my ears, yet I hear a baby falling to tears. These fools fail to understand, the glory of Frankenstein’s mighty hand, for he as born tonight and is now ready to terrorize.
last night i was awoken by quite possibly the biggest thunder storm i have ever experienced in my life. i thought the world was over, as if the cn. tower was about to crack in half or the planes in the sky would come crashing down on my house. All i could say to put myself back to sleep is “the lord is my Shepard”. it helped.
and lightning. it was a rainy day and the clouds were shining like diamonds in a cold winter sky. zeus was in the sky pondering his involvement in the matters of his family. should he befriend his brother and other brother and be a united forve against the titans. or should he stand strong and be independent to lead the fight on his own.
thunder is my favorite thing in the world. i just love it. it makes me think about things i never would think of. it makes me feel free. and loved. and like something stronger is out there. it reminds me of my childhood and playing in the rain. and running through puddles in disney world. ohhhhhhhhhhhh thunder <3 how i'll always love you! mmmmmmmmm.
is such a loud, horrifying, yet intriguing litltle thing. how come it’s such an absurd noise to our ears, but we can’t see anything. and how come it usually goes with lightning, which is the opposite, you can see something magnificent, but hear…nothing. hmm, opposites attract, i guess. thunder is rad.
The creature chased me like thunder does lightning; his deep, growling throat followed behind my thin, silently sprinting body. The rumbling form shadowed mine, whilst I shot through the open air and searched frantically for a way that would promise me safety…
it sounds like a crack in the sky, like the sky will suddenly collapse at the next whip. rain falls like tears, and the lightening mirrors the white hot anger, or maybe it’s just sadness.
is loud and scary and really weird
I wonder why God made thunder
it seems to showcase part of his ability
makes me think of hot chocolate and fire and rain
and snuggling and smell of freshness outside
thunder is cool. its nice and big, raichus are cool. i miss pokemon, i miss lindsey. so apparently pokemon reminds me of my girlfriend. i like this song. its really good. i should be downloading music right now. why aren’t i
it makes the sound “boom”. frightens dogs. followed by lightening. rain comes after. thunderstorms are best when it’s nighttime. sounds like a crack in the sky.
one of my most favorite sounds in my world. Soothing… but exciting. means there is rain. means there is lightening. means there is peace and the world is cleansing itself.
I heard thunder over the plain. I was impressed with the lightning. It was beautiful. I love storms, they’re so exciting. The thunder clapped again, and startled me. My dog was terrified of it, but I enjoyed how exciting it was. It could startle me but I was not terrified of it like my dog was. The thunder hit again, I hoped the lightning hadn’t struck one of my old trees in my backyard.
Well fuck I was hoping the word would be “anxiety.”
Welp
uhm.
I like how thunder makes the house shake and young girls scream. it sounds like such a horrible destructive thing, while in actuality it is nothing more than a hollow specter.
lightneing rain, i saw thunder and heard lihhtinh when i was a child accross the sea looking out on a dark night, with my dad at a pub. it was close and loud and i never forgot it. it created by static electricity.
thunder is really awesome. it’s what goes along with lightning. why does thunder happen? it’s weird that you can’t even see it, like what’s the point to hear something so loud, and terrifying sometimes, but not have a view of this…hmm. weird. i wonder what causes thunder, like how come it doesn’t thunder everynight? you surely have me puzzled…
Heart thuds of thunder:
Crackling through my nerves,
Tumbling through my mind.
Yet here I, a passionate woman, peer
Through a glass of fear.
Gone you are with my thunderous heart.
The thunder pealed in the distance as Jeremy jogged his last mile home. He knew he would outrun the rain because he always managed to do. Monsoon season was his favorite time of year.
loud cracking pounding, it clasps crisply, shocks the sky and the people below, a sound that moves much more than sight, it carries power, fright, and sound
The thing that comes right after lightning. Children are scared when they see this. It s symbolizes bad weather, bad mood or bad days because you can’t go outside and you can’t enjoy the nice weather.
Music is the most awesome thing in the world. It releases you into another dimension that no one else can go to but you. Its almost as if God took time out just for that. He knew that we needed a place to go to when the world was too much. Music is another world. Its a genius all by itselfl
I don’t like the way it sounds. It reminds me of my dog, Sheba. We got her as a really young puppy because her mother didn’t want her. We kept her inside the house while the other dogs stayed outside. One night, there was a thunderstorm, and she was a baby in a dark room all by herself and I think ever since then she’s been scared of thunder.
i hear the crackle, the echoing vibrations
as the sound pierces my eardrums
it shatters my perception
halts my train of thought
my bones rattle
and I jolt, newly awake
The crack of light illuminates the onslaught of grassy fields that slosh against the barn. The overgrown grass like a blaze, for less than a moment. Then the crack of sound ensues and destroys all peace.
thunder and lightening. a pair. they go together always, never separate. beautiful to say the least. the eruption of sound after a magnificent shot of light through the air, how unbelievable is God. amazing creation.
The sound made by lighting. It frightens many but remains harmless.
Thunder I heard it just now. Clapping did i see something move to the right of me. Where did it go what was it? Was it just the noise? Was it the moment? Who was there I don’t know but i thought I heard thunder. But through this muffled air conditioning it was probably just a car door or something stupid. Doesn’t explain what I saw however. Life is weird sometimes like that.
Thunder strikes, and the world shakes. Everything stops and pays attention. Mother Nature is demanding it. You can’t ignore her, she is the power. There’s nothing quite so awesome as a good old fashioned thunderstorm to remind you of what life is.
Thunder boomed, and it made them feel at home. It was worm in the tiny shack- cozy, laughter bubbling up to fill the room with cheer. Between that and the storm outside, there was a comforting sort of wall made up of noise.
I don’t get why people are afraid of thunder. It’s not scary or anything. It almost reminds me of fireworks, just without all the pretty sparkles and lights and whatnot. Just the booms. It really isn’t that scary. Plus after lightning strikes, however many thunder claps roar equals the miles away the lightning was, so if you hear more thunder claps, you should feel more comfortable.
rolling, drowning out all other sounds. i listen. the magnitude pouring through me. cleansing every small doubt out of me. the answer, final. my questions, complete. in this one, infinitely small moment, i know the answer. i recognize the God of all. His answer: in the thunder.
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. Do you know you’re unlike any other? you’ll always be my thunder. I said, Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors. I don’t wanna ever love another. You’ll always be my thunder. So bring on the rain. Oh, baby, bring on the pain. And listen to the thunder…
It makes me think of storms in the midwest. I live in Kansas and thunderstorms in the spring and summer are a way of life. The ground quakes at the sound of thunder when it rumbles across the sky. The earth is renewed with the rains that accompany the storms.
Sound of great might entered my ears, yet I hear a baby falling to tears. These fools fail to understand, the glory of Frankenstein’s mighty hand, for he as born tonight and is now ready to terrorize.
last night i was awoken by quite possibly the biggest thunder storm i have ever experienced in my life. i thought the world was over, as if the cn. tower was about to crack in half or the planes in the sky would come crashing down on my house. All i could say to put myself back to sleep is “the lord is my Shepard”. it helped.
Whenever I hear the soft thunder and the light pour of rain, I automatically think “Cuddling weather”
Too bad there’s no one to cuddle with
i hear it crashing. scared? no. excited. feeling bursts of energy. CRACK. angry gods crackling above.
and lightning. it was a rainy day and the clouds were shining like diamonds in a cold winter sky. zeus was in the sky pondering his involvement in the matters of his family. should he befriend his brother and other brother and be a united forve against the titans. or should he stand strong and be independent to lead the fight on his own.
thunder is my favorite thing in the world. i just love it. it makes me think about things i never would think of. it makes me feel free. and loved. and like something stronger is out there. it reminds me of my childhood and playing in the rain. and running through puddles in disney world. ohhhhhhhhhhhh thunder <3 how i'll always love you! mmmmmmmmm.
loud and caused by lightening. thunder thighs, fat women tiny clothes
is such a loud, horrifying, yet intriguing litltle thing. how come it’s such an absurd noise to our ears, but we can’t see anything. and how come it usually goes with lightning, which is the opposite, you can see something magnificent, but hear…nothing. hmm, opposites attract, i guess. thunder is rad.
Booming. Beautiful.
I’m afraid of it. I don’t know what it is, or how it’s formed. I’m unfamiliar with it’s intentions. It’s hidden agenda.
Formidable. Thunder.
The creature chased me like thunder does lightning; his deep, growling throat followed behind my thin, silently sprinting body. The rumbling form shadowed mine, whilst I shot through the open air and searched frantically for a way that would promise me safety…
I would rather listen to skywhales than thunder.
The same sound but more functional, and at a slightly higher pitch.
it sounds like a crack in the sky, like the sky will suddenly collapse at the next whip. rain falls like tears, and the lightening mirrors the white hot anger, or maybe it’s just sadness.
is loud and scary and really weird
I wonder why God made thunder
it seems to showcase part of his ability
makes me think of hot chocolate and fire and rain
and snuggling and smell of freshness outside
thunder is cool. its nice and big, raichus are cool. i miss pokemon, i miss lindsey. so apparently pokemon reminds me of my girlfriend. i like this song. its really good. i should be downloading music right now. why aren’t i
rain
storm
god
brew
thighs
temple
tears
noise
loud
power
strength
it makes the sound “boom”. frightens dogs. followed by lightening. rain comes after. thunderstorms are best when it’s nighttime. sounds like a crack in the sky.
one of my most favorite sounds in my world. Soothing… but exciting. means there is rain. means there is lightening. means there is peace and the world is cleansing itself.
I heard thunder over the plain. I was impressed with the lightning. It was beautiful. I love storms, they’re so exciting. The thunder clapped again, and startled me. My dog was terrified of it, but I enjoyed how exciting it was. It could startle me but I was not terrified of it like my dog was. The thunder hit again, I hoped the lightning hadn’t struck one of my old trees in my backyard.
Well fuck I was hoping the word would be “anxiety.”
Welp
uhm.
I like how thunder makes the house shake and young girls scream. it sounds like such a horrible destructive thing, while in actuality it is nothing more than a hollow specter.
lightneing rain, i saw thunder and heard lihhtinh when i was a child accross the sea looking out on a dark night, with my dad at a pub. it was close and loud and i never forgot it. it created by static electricity.
thunder is really awesome. it’s what goes along with lightning. why does thunder happen? it’s weird that you can’t even see it, like what’s the point to hear something so loud, and terrifying sometimes, but not have a view of this…hmm. weird. i wonder what causes thunder, like how come it doesn’t thunder everynight? you surely have me puzzled…
Heart thuds of thunder:
Crackling through my nerves,
Tumbling through my mind.
Yet here I, a passionate woman, peer
Through a glass of fear.
Gone you are with my thunderous heart.
A loud crash; not from a car, but the sky. As if God crashed his 1970 Dodge charger into a tree. Not a normal tree, but a heaven tree.
The thunder pealed in the distance as Jeremy jogged his last mile home. He knew he would outrun the rain because he always managed to do. Monsoon season was his favorite time of year.
loud cracking pounding, it clasps crisply, shocks the sky and the people below, a sound that moves much more than sight, it carries power, fright, and sound
at the lake
yosemite
cozy inside
midwest summers
fireflies
popcorn and a movie
mexico city crashing and crazy crumbling tacos
The thing that comes right after lightning. Children are scared when they see this. It s symbolizes bad weather, bad mood or bad days because you can’t go outside and you can’t enjoy the nice weather.
Music is the most awesome thing in the world. It releases you into another dimension that no one else can go to but you. Its almost as if God took time out just for that. He knew that we needed a place to go to when the world was too much. Music is another world. Its a genius all by itselfl
I don’t like the way it sounds. It reminds me of my dog, Sheba. We got her as a really young puppy because her mother didn’t want her. We kept her inside the house while the other dogs stayed outside. One night, there was a thunderstorm, and she was a baby in a dark room all by herself and I think ever since then she’s been scared of thunder.
i hear the crackle, the echoing vibrations
as the sound pierces my eardrums
it shatters my perception
halts my train of thought
my bones rattle
and I jolt, newly awake
The crack of light illuminates the onslaught of grassy fields that slosh against the barn. The overgrown grass like a blaze, for less than a moment. Then the crack of sound ensues and destroys all peace.