Thunder clap
Lightening flash
Wind howls
Rain plummets to the ground
The house shakes
Withevery blow of the wind
The rain sounding like bullets
As the strikes the widows
I sit there watching it all
Upon my screened in porch
I find it soothing
To watch mother nature throw a fit
I am an old farm boy
So why not
Crack
Lightening sticks a tree in the field
No fire that I can see
But I bet that tree now has a split personality
Alright bad joke
I love this kind of weather
From my front porch
No comments:
Post a Comment