Description: The other night there was a great storm, and I stayed up all night watching it. It was so beautiful. I don't think I will ever in my life forget that storm.
Watching from the Window -------------------------------------------
Awakened by the sounds of storms
Lightening making and breaking forms
Clouds highlighted by brightened sky
Rolling thunder grunts a reply
Bedside clock reads 1:42
The sky reflects its red-orange hue
The sleeping household does not see
The storm's remarkable beauty
Sitting beneath the left window
Bookshelves and dresser softly glow
In momentary sparks of light
Continues on all through the night
Awake and watching Nature's play
The rain and shattered light's array
Never bored with all the action
5 a.m. - sleep and satisfaction
this flowed so well and described so much. i, too, LoVe storms! especially at night...they're only worth it at night. with the sky...lightening...AH! :) its just so nice. so obviously, i really enjoyed this write and i think your feelings towards the storm and its beauty that so few notice was expressed beautifully. bravo! take care birdy
A very descriptive poem with a sense of timing. You let the reader experience all the sights and sounds with your word pictures. a wonderful piece of story-telling.
I like watching nature at play too,and yes it is satisfying,in line five you have a small typo that would help if corrected I think you meant bed clock not beside clock, but other then that I thought this a a rather good write it read with a nice feeling to it,good job keep tapping those keys adnil
Submission Name: Watching from the Window
