Thunder
written by: Sheri M. Stewart
I feel the thunder…
it reverberates through the sky
the vibrations rumble up from the ground
through my shaking body.
I smell the rain…
traveling along the wind
the smell of soil and earth
tantalizing my nostrils.
I hear the rustling leaves…
as gusts play through branches
motions like passionate lovers
hastily disrobing in eagerness.
I see the lightning…
streaking across sky
momentary silhouette of motion
before darkness closes again.
I taste the wild excitement…
the tangy thrill
oh, sweet anticipation
ambrosial upon the tongue.
I feel the thunder…
as the rain claims me
the winds howl my name
as I ride the storm.
I am interested in and fascinated by so many things in the world around me. I am a dreamer and a lover. I endure great pain and sadness. I am bi-polar. I have learned to embrace the many facets of who I am. I chose to view my illness as just another part of what makes me unique. I write as a form of self-expression and art. I share in the hopes that others can identify with my writing and know they are not alone.
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