Posted on April 14, 2015May 24, 2015 by Maria#100Poems: Number Eight rumbling rumbling thundering storming rumbling, rumbling sky sounds from a thundering, storming sky. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Thunder storms always remind me of Rip Van Winkle, or other stories regarding the energy and power of nature. Nice use of words to capture a phenomena. Reply
enjoyed the energy in this –
Thanks!
Yes, me too! When will this weather end??
Ha. I have another rain poem coming up in a minute.
Ha! I just read it–so good! The old man knows…..
lol. too true
Thunder storms always remind me of Rip Van Winkle, or other stories regarding the energy and power of nature. Nice use of words to capture a phenomena.
Thanks! I love storms!