Friday, March 28, 2008

Symphony of Storm



Black clouds flattened against an unrelenting sky
Fat drops, splat, splat, splat, an allegro
And wipers whoosh, whoosh, in perfect time
A cymbal crash splits the night air
Electric tendrils crackle and pop
Reaching hungrily across the horizon.

Splat splat whoosh whoosh
CRASH
Crackle crackle pop pop

Into the distance rolled this symphony of storm
The lively notes fading into a soft cadence


copyright Sherry Obsheatz

2 comments:

SunShine said...

Fantastic image to go with this poem Sherry! Every word allows me to hear the storm in it's full capacity and it truly takes me back to when I experienced a storm such as this as a child.

Love the new layout. I found that there are layouts for blogger and found one that I like for now. You are doing a great deal of writing and I am so happy to see this. xo

Id it is said...

Onomatopoetic images; your storm sounds itself out ...beautiful!