Rain Thunder Poems

in the air, just after the storm
there is a stillness,
changing the heart, the soul
so wherever light falls
there are shadows of regret
reflected in the music
the rhythm...

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Loud thunder,
coming from down under.
Rain coming down,
dancing in the rain like a clown,
in my ballgown....

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The thunder rolls across the sky, 
right after the flash of light
spreads across the horizon, 
and it echoes…
echoes…
long and rumbling.

Its deep bass crashes
and shakes our...

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Lightening illuminating the sky
It’s beautiful yet gives a fright
Going to shut off my pc
Hoping it won’t shock me
Thundering a sound that booms
Effecting me jumping across...

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The dismal, drizzling midnight and happenstance finds her lost by an empty field 
with few things left to lose and even fewer shames concealed. 
She...

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Along with the Thunder
came Tempestas, goddess of storms
turtle doves scattered on  
corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance 
this is...

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Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol. 33 Contest...posted 21 May 25

[Verse 1]
Most folks flinch when the skies turn black,
Shut their doors, never once look back.
But...

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Weightlessness
My soul floats "along with the thunder,"
Saturated with impending rain,
Scattered back throughout the earth,
Lost among ancient ruins and countless seas.

I awaken, feeling hollowness within my...

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He brings awful thunder.
With all his disdain,
he booms and he blusters
with words most profane.

Along with the thunder -
like sparks on a plain -
comes lightning that...

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The sky looks so irate and angry today.
Dark clouds strut and stamp along the sky.
Lightnings hoisted high move like tilt walkers.
Slithering sparks slice the lump...

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There is not always rain
Along with the thunder
There is not always bite
Along with the bark
There is not always oxygen 
When we go under
Not always a...

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In SoCal we don't get much rain,
occasionally, a pitter patter.
Along with drizzle, the windowpane
will get a little splatter.

I'm thinking, my dear, longtime friend,
that we consider...

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in the corner
of a blanched bungalow 
sits a self-portrait: 
loose bantu knots 
the color of volcanic ash 
her living nightmare 
   it was...

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Jazz notes ring out, 
Teardrops beat down on my window dress. 
Thunder has grown, 
Thunder sings loudly and repeats until finito says. 
Jazz notes ring...

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