#100Poems: Number Eight

rumbling
rumbling
thundering
storming
rumbling, rumbling sky
sounds from a thundering, storming sky.

8 thoughts on “#100Poems: Number Eight”

boozoojack says:

April 15, 2015 at 8:15 am

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.

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1. Maria Johnson says:
  
  April 15, 2015 at 8:17 am
  
  Thanks! I love storms!
  
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loisajay says:

April 15, 2015 at 6:48 am

Yes, me too! When will this weather end??

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1. Maria Johnson says:
  
  April 15, 2015 at 8:15 am
  
  Ha. I have another rain poem coming up in a minute.
  
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  1. loisajay says:
    
    April 15, 2015 at 8:29 pm
    
    Ha! I just read it–so good! The old man knows…..
    
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    1. Maria Johnson says:
      
      April 15, 2015 at 8:30 pm
      
      lol. too true 🙂
      
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prior says:

April 15, 2015 at 3:53 am

enjoyed the energy in this – 🙂

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1. Maria Johnson says:
  
  April 15, 2015 at 6:34 am
  
  Thanks!
  
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