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 X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest 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!