Storm poems

 

There were some great poems this week! I was really impressed with this anonymous entry:

Petrichor is the
Scent right after rain. Distinct.
Earth's lovely greeting.

Medievalist! Come inside!:

Thunder shook the air,
Lightening flashed in sky,
Hard rain in my face.

Desiree was a storm victim:

Trapped in school. Waiting
for the storm to end so I
can escape from work

Jill Scoggins had a better experience:

On the deck, watching
two waterspouts dance. Fearful
and fascinated.

And Christine visited twice (thank you!) with this:

Suddenly, big drops,
crashing like water balloons
from the sky, ka-boom.

And this, a familiar scene:

Watching live radar
Ominous orange and red
March across my screen.