Ken_W_Writer’s Stories and Poems
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Liquid sunshine is what they said,
when the deluge opened over my head.
I really don’t mind a sprinkle or two,
or walking barefoot in the morning dew.
Precipitation quenches the thirsty land,
and gentle rain showers can be grand.
But this torrent of raindrops is not fun,
I would prefer a cloudless day of sun!
Nature’s wrath raging.
Tempestuous gale roaring.
The squall blasts the night.
The ocean waves lapped the shore.
First one, then one more.
Faster and faster the tide rolled in.
Nature’s patience growing thin.
The billowing wind turned into a gale.
The current stronger than a blue whale.
Brine-tipped waves battered the land.
The power of the sea, frightening yet grand.
Finally, the clouds parted, the sky turned blue.
The beach, again, safe for me and for you.
Clouds darken the summer sky,
hiding the sun from my eye.
I gather up what I can reach,
hurrying to get off the beach.
I know the rain is almost here,
the thunder sounds all to near.
Up on my feet and off I go,
but I am still much too slow.
The sky opens, the rain pours down.
If I look up, I just might drown.
I race off the beach and to my car,
thankfully, it’s not too far.
Sudden rain ruined my day,
but it is not here to stay.
Another day will soon be here,
the sun will shine, the sky so clear.
On that day, I guarantee,
On the beach is where I’ll be.
The clouds roll on in.
Thunder booms in the distance.
We run for shelter.
Sheltering from rain.
We huddle in a dark place.
The storm passes slow.
We talk through the night.
The storm is gone by morning.
New love blooms in light.
Just one lightning strike.
The big oak tree is now ash.
The strongest can fall.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky,
Raindrops splashed down in my eye.
A cold wind blows in though it’s May,
Sending us inside for another day.
Why can’t summer be here,
I wish it would last all year.
Some like the changing seasons,
But I don’t like the listed reasons.
Winter sports are not for me,
I do not want to skate or ski.
I prefer the summer sun,
Swimming, tanning or a run.
The cold May clouds finally part,
I guess we’ll take that for a start.
The thunder booms loud.
Lightning brightens the dark sky.
Peaceful night is gone.
Rain can make for a dreary day,
The sun is gone, the sky is grey.
Clouds roll in, the land goes dark,
Thunder rumbles, lightning sparks.
The wind blows, the trees shake,
Puddles form just like a lake.
Stay inside, out of the storm,
In front of the fire where it’s warm.
Winter rain is cold as ice,
Not like summer when it’s nice.
In the spring, rain brings life,
In the fall, hurricanes rain strife.
All in all, we need the rain,
Even if it may cause pain.
Though I may prefer a blue sky,
Without rain, the land would die.
Plants would wither, animals would thirst,
And that, my friends, would be the worst.
Rain can make for a dreary day,
We need it, just not every day.
The fire burned with orange light,
Reflecting off the snow of white.
The snow melted as it fell,
Over the forest of burning hell.
Fire burned quickly through the trees,
Urged on by the hefty breeze.
The air filled with thickening smoke,
Causing the animals to cough and choke.
Melting snow then created a flood,
Turning scorched earth into mud.
Nature can destroy and create,
The old forest is gone but just wait.
When winter is gone, come back in Spring,
And you’ll see many wondrous things.
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