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Poem: Stormhaven

Rain will fall as clouds do form
Onward, forward, as they swarm
And create times we're nestled in
Each others arms, safe from harm

Songbirds, forward, not to be found
As rain falls onto the ground
Drying wings, the pretty things
As storm clouds drop rain
Tumbling, tumbling

Rumbling on comes thunder
As it follows, chasing lightning bolts
Shaking foundations strong, but not for long
Safe from worry, safe from harm

Dripping, dropping rain does give applause
To kisses fireside, as we stay safe
Like birds that stay in nests away from rain
Not fearing, as they're hearing thunder
Wonder, under forest trees

And here we'll be and there they are
Until the clouds leave their scene
And leave raindrops to reveal nighttime stars
And birds and we will sing again amongst the puddles
Until the rain does come again

Until the rain does come again...

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"Thunder and Lightning"

When a storm begins in the clouds,
It sometimes may look frightening.
You see a quick electrical spark--
Flash! goes the lightning!

Long and thin and streaky and fast,
Its glow is oh so brightening.
Watch for the electric spark--
Flash! goes the lightning!

When a storm begins in the clouds,
It truly is a wonder.
You hear a rumble loud in the sky--
Clap! goes the thunder!

Lightning bolts are heating the air,
Over clouds and under.
When the air expands enough--
Clap! goes the thunder,

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A flash of light
Frightening people out of their skin.
Erupting icy water,
Crying out my anger.
My black clouds,
Drowning sunlight,
Turning the air to black.
Throwing bombs,
Down they go,
Exploding on pedestrians' heads.
Umbrellas,
My worst enemy.
stopping and stabbing my weapons,
Knocking them to the ground,
Destroyed.
At dark I keep my rain bullets,
In my night fortress,
Where I watch over you
With my bloodshot eyes.
I don't know when,
But I will plan my revenge.
I am lightning.

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A Thunderstorm by Archibald Lampman
A moment the wild swallows like a flight
Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,
Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky.
The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight,
The hurrying centres of the storm unite
And spreading with huge trunk and rolling fringe,
Each wheeled upon its own tremendous hinge,
Tower darkening on. And now from heaven's height,
With the long roar of elm-trees swept and swayed,
And pelted waters, on the vanished plain
Plunges the blast. Behind the wild white flash
That splits abroad the pealing thunder-crash,
Over bleared fields and gardens disarrayed,
Column on column comes the drenching rain.

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The Art of Rain

Falling Down, pooling up,
Out of the sky, into my cup.

What is this wet that comes from above,
That some call disaster, and others find love.

The harder it falls, the less it is nice,
The colder it falls the harder the ice.

The rain has an art that I may not get,
So I stand still here and get soaking wet.

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I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out,

After this rain shall stop,
A wondrous light will fill
Each dark, round drop;
I hope the Sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight.

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Thunder And Lightning - Poem by Kevin Carney

The thunder and lightning…
Flashes illuminating the dark of the night…
Rumbles of the thunder shattering the solace of the darkness.
Eyes wide open, listening…
The rain and wind, the consistent roar…
I take it as a sign…
I see it as an omen…
Where I am at?
Looking out into the blackness of night.
Seeing the flashes of blinding light.... The horizon so distant, so unattainable…
The rumble of thunder…
Drowning out my shouts of fear and doubt…

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Whether the weather be Fine
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether we like it or not.

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As thunder rumbled, wondered I:
How come this grumble from the sky?
And lightning flashed and tore asunder,
This very sky that I stand under!
Hot and humid was the day,
In that sticky summer way;
And hot air thought it would be wise,
To take its stifling clouds and rise.
And so the clouds of cumulus,
Gave themselves and upward thrust.
At break-neck speed, they did collide,
With cold air on the other side.
Hello! Said hot air to the cold,
(Which made the clouds upset, I'm told.)
For at their tops, in their defense,
They carried anvils, quite immense.
But hot air flashed cold air a smile,
Which could be seen for many miles;
And cold air cried in great delight,
Which shook the sky with force and might.
Clouds, unimpressed and unafraid,
Began to rain on their parade.
But people just below on earth,
Alarmed at hot and cold's great mirth,
Dropped their chores and ran for cover
To give privacy to these two lovers.
For love, although we think it warm,
Can be as violent as a storm.

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February 23rd is the day,
Everything won’t seem okay.
Wondering if I’ll ever see them again.
Arizona is just so far away.

I will never forget our times together.
Our friendship was always like good weather.
All the time we spent laughing.
Now everything is turning to bad weather.

I’m going to cry.
But I’ll keep saying hi.
Until that day,
That I’ll have to say goodbye.

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Thunder In The Distance - Poem by Susan Lacovara

I love the fall of feather rain
But fear the thunder in the distance
I see the rise of planted grain
And hopeful it sways with resistance
To threatening skies of gray clouds sliding
Stealing blues and sunsets, red
I love the cool of showers, sweetness
But hate the lightning, overhead

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by Kevin Carney

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Summer's Night Storm (By Ethan Loke (Something happened to my username)

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Summer's Night Storm (By Ethan Loke (Something happened to my username)