Staring At The Storm Poem by Angela Wybrow

Dressed in my nightclothes, cosy and warm,
I stand at my window and stare at the storm.
My excited eyes, I can’t tear away
From Mother Nature’s most thrilling display.

The thunder in its fury bangs and crashes –
The lightning in return angrily flashes.
Lightning breaks the night sky in two:
Like a jagged knife, it slices right through.

Lightning illuminates the dark, inky clouds –
Then there’s a clap of thunder, booming loud.
I love the sound of the wind-blown rain
Drumming upon my window pane.

I love the energy, the whole atmosphere;
The music of the skies, I so love to hear.
Heart beating fast, my eyes full of wonder,
There’s nothing to beat a good night of thunder.

The storm rumbles on for over an hour –
It is full of beauty and passion and power.
It’s a wonderful spectacle for all to see,
And, best of all, the show is totally free.

Most folk find a storm quite alarming,
But a storm to me is strangely quite calming.
Over my body, tiredness gradually creeps,
And to Nature’s symphony, I fall fast asleep.