Sitting in my room listening to the roar of the thunder and all I can do is think of him. For us, thunderstorms were always the best. He would light the fire and I’d set up the blanket and pillows. We would cuddle and just talk about each others dreams.
Jazmin
Pounding. Rolling. Carrying. Muting. Stifling.
Everything I was, am, or will be is in the infinite minuteness of a moment, and drowned as a snowflake in the sea, a candle in the sun, a whisper in the storm.
Caleb
I went to where there was little evidence of anything, and beneath there, beneath…I couldn’t say. It was musty, and there were signs that life had left this place behind. Overhead, the noise persisted, and the rain began to come down in torrents, dripping from above at first, and then, finally, trickling into my den, my feet and hands and face awash with water and mud and the leftovers from what God no longer wanted for himself.
music of the sky. let us know we are not the only ones here. world be alive and let us be never alone. speak your mind, pour out your heart in rain and silver shards like any of us who have ever been hurt and then let the sun shine because we can move on and the world can be good again.
i hate thunder a lot. it comes with lightning and i hate lightning. it also means thunderstorms which are super scary and keep me awake at night. it is really loud and borderline annoying. it seems like there is an earthquake and all the trees and houses are going to crack into pieces and fall all over the earth if the earth isnt already broken into pieces as well. BOOYAH.
deedeeeeeeee
Thunder is beautifully underrated. Everyone sees the lightning and is in awe, but it is really the thunder that makes the storm. The shaking of the windows, the trembling of the air, thunder brings these beautiful elements into the storm. Without it, lightning would stand alone, still a great sight, but nothing is as good if you steal its thunder.
The clap nearly blew my brain right out of my skull. Clap barely captures it. Not even thunderous clap. The bolt struck beside me and the whole world was ripped apart by sound, the air literally exploding out of its skin.
Thunder hits my eardrums.
Blankly, I think back of a time from nearly yesterday, when I wrote of lightning.
Is this thunder’s wrath for my ignorance?
Surely this will be an untimely end. Hindered by the fury and madness of noise until my eardrums come to an untimely end.
is the bringer of all peaceful things, when the hills and the mountains take a breath, when the rain comes and cleanses what used to be ours; takes us away from the noise, from the irritable buzz of a world gone awry, and brings us together in harmony, if only for the moment of calm before a storm.
Tim
This is a sound which we hear at the brink of a storm or sometimes in our hearts when war is being waged between one side of our hearts and the other. Its grabs our attention and lets us know that things are about to change. For better or worse. We must prepare ourselves for the storm ahead. And be not afraid.
Jenn
The thunder rolled through his head once more. Whenever its ungodly pounding bored down on him, he always inevitably gave in to his warlike nature. After his mentalstorm abated, he would always be sickened at his actions, though.
Raymond Masters
I can hear the thunder rumbling throught the sky. As I close my eyes I can see flashes of light, when I open them I see nothing but darkness. A second later there’s another crash of thunder and the sky fills with light once more. I step off the porch and I can feel the drops soaking through my clothes, The cool water on my skin reminds me of what summer’s about. Peace. Love. Memories.
Courtney
Thunder echoed across the sky as their eyes locked; though they stood their ground unyielding.
Faith monae
perfect mind, the bowling in the skies rumbling that shakes the earth at its very roots, sky clashing with earth, the rending of the heavens, the rage of the gods,
Daniel Lee
The thunder stroke mightfully the earth. The sound left us deaf. It was a sign of things to come, of the end of peace, the long reign of war, for this thunder was not natura.
Alex De Coss
i heard the thunder coming from beyond the hills. i knew that i should leave, but i didn’t’ want to. i am normally afraid of storms or i was, but right now the idea of being caught in the thunder and rain and lightning seemed like the just the thing i needed.
Sara
Thunder
Interestingly, this brings up the old disco song for me, whereas yesterday’s word didn’t.
I also think of “A sound of thunder.” I read that short story in first grade, I think, (maybe 4th… I’m trying to picture the classroom.) That story stayed with me all through adulthood. It had a huge impact on me, and I never forgot it.
Science fiction should be a larger part of childrens’ curriculum. Makes them think.
Noisy Quiet
Thunder kinda scares me but mostly it’s just fun to look at. I guess it’s kinda sexy. My brother is randomly singing next to me about “shining” and stuff and it’s kinda weirding me out. I sorta wonder if he’s going to stop, “I can, I can, I can, I can get it right,” he says it’s from Happily Ever After, I hated that movie.
Becky
it booms and sounds through my head. the power of the skies- hammering away. like God beating a drum. it’s going to warn us of something coming- the water of above.
Living in Florida has given me an appreciation of thunder and lightening that I would most likely never have developed in California. I love storms, I love hurricanes. I love the sound of rain on the roof and windows. I love lighting candles when the power goes out and eating dry cereal because we can’t open the fridge.
Roll of thunder hear my cry is a book/movie I never read not\r saw. I am pretty sure it is awesome and
ansonia means
kathleen sat there and stirred her whiskey as she thought.lightnings only destroyed human and animal flesh.the rest of the farm would have been left virtually intact.
she chuckled to herself. they thought they were going to be rich,but bogdan stole their thunder.
Loud. It echoes, crashes and stimulates my senses. It can’t hurt me. I like to listen to it through the open window of my bedroom at three o’ clock in the morning.
I sit on my porch, watching the storm in awe.
“It’s so beautiful,” someone says behind me, breaking the silence.
I turn around and see him. “How did you get here?” I ask.
He smiles, shrugging. I stand up slowly and press my lips to his. I felt sparks immediately – lightning. Just tike a thunderstorm.
Emma
to go with yesterdays lightning I suspect! I love the rumble and the roar it makes. Has so many meanings…a face like thunder, as in someone is angry. I thundered along the road at great speed.
I was afraid of the thunder. It would shake the whole house and it felt like the world would fall off it’s course. Lightning, that was different. The bright splashes of light and color were pretty; painting the sky with light. But the thunder was scary.
It was dark and miserable that night. I was awoken with a fear so sharp and potent that nothing would stop my trembling. The thunder had once again invaded my dreams. It had stolen every last bit of sunshine from my slumber. The raging sound had torn open my soul with a vengeful crack. I was lost. The sound had strewn me about. I was lost.
Manda Lou
the thunder is loud…it scares me… reminds me of when i was little hiding underneath the covers wishing for it all to end…the thunder brings back memories that i thought i lost…but no…its all coming back to me now………
jesska chojnacki
The sound of thunder made her crawl into her basement and hide there for hours. When she was young and living in a place much more flat, her house had been destroyed in a storm. There wasn’t anything worse than that memory, and watching her grandmother never wake up. Thunder was the signal that the world was going to end, for her anyway.
kathleen sat there and stirred her whiskey as she thought. lightning shield for the destroy humans and other living animals… leaving virtually the rest of the farm intact.
She chuckled to herself,they thought they were going to the rich,but bodan stole their thunder.
Storms. I have mixed feelings about them. It depends on who I’m with. Boyfriend: Good. Family: Bad. Alone: I’m screwed. Not having power is bad in all of these situations. Well, maybe not with boyfriend, as long as it’s the winter.
crash boom bang. thunder makes me happy. it comes with lightning. i feel as if the whole world goes silent when thunder strikes with lightning. as is god is trying to talk to us. i snuggle up and read a book when i here thunder.
tesa
It is scary at night time. Also, its best friends with lightning.
Fachasaurus
Thunder is cool!! It is so loud and fierce! I love thunder storms cause it shows God power! Thunder is amazing and crazy! It shows how little we are and how big the world it. Thunder is majestic.
Jackie Chicoine
the ground shakes
the trees shake
the world shakes
the sky falls
everything is in motion
exploding from within itself
forcing out breaths from between its clouds
sky falls
sky collapses
rain
rain again
hold on tight
I’ve got a thunder, rumbling down under. A passion for flashing, ravishing words that reveal deeper meaning. I’m beaming.
Sitting in my room listening to the roar of the thunder and all I can do is think of him. For us, thunderstorms were always the best. He would light the fire and I’d set up the blanket and pillows. We would cuddle and just talk about each others dreams.
Pounding. Rolling. Carrying. Muting. Stifling.
Everything I was, am, or will be is in the infinite minuteness of a moment, and drowned as a snowflake in the sea, a candle in the sun, a whisper in the storm.
I went to where there was little evidence of anything, and beneath there, beneath…I couldn’t say. It was musty, and there were signs that life had left this place behind. Overhead, the noise persisted, and the rain began to come down in torrents, dripping from above at first, and then, finally, trickling into my den, my feet and hands and face awash with water and mud and the leftovers from what God no longer wanted for himself.
music of the sky. let us know we are not the only ones here. world be alive and let us be never alone. speak your mind, pour out your heart in rain and silver shards like any of us who have ever been hurt and then let the sun shine because we can move on and the world can be good again.
i hate thunder a lot. it comes with lightning and i hate lightning. it also means thunderstorms which are super scary and keep me awake at night. it is really loud and borderline annoying. it seems like there is an earthquake and all the trees and houses are going to crack into pieces and fall all over the earth if the earth isnt already broken into pieces as well. BOOYAH.
Thunder is beautifully underrated. Everyone sees the lightning and is in awe, but it is really the thunder that makes the storm. The shaking of the windows, the trembling of the air, thunder brings these beautiful elements into the storm. Without it, lightning would stand alone, still a great sight, but nothing is as good if you steal its thunder.
The clap nearly blew my brain right out of my skull. Clap barely captures it. Not even thunderous clap. The bolt struck beside me and the whole world was ripped apart by sound, the air literally exploding out of its skin.
Thunder hits my eardrums.
Blankly, I think back of a time from nearly yesterday, when I wrote of lightning.
Is this thunder’s wrath for my ignorance?
Surely this will be an untimely end. Hindered by the fury and madness of noise until my eardrums come to an untimely end.
is the bringer of all peaceful things, when the hills and the mountains take a breath, when the rain comes and cleanses what used to be ours; takes us away from the noise, from the irritable buzz of a world gone awry, and brings us together in harmony, if only for the moment of calm before a storm.
This is a sound which we hear at the brink of a storm or sometimes in our hearts when war is being waged between one side of our hearts and the other. Its grabs our attention and lets us know that things are about to change. For better or worse. We must prepare ourselves for the storm ahead. And be not afraid.
The thunder rolled through his head once more. Whenever its ungodly pounding bored down on him, he always inevitably gave in to his warlike nature. After his mentalstorm abated, he would always be sickened at his actions, though.
I can hear the thunder rumbling throught the sky. As I close my eyes I can see flashes of light, when I open them I see nothing but darkness. A second later there’s another crash of thunder and the sky fills with light once more. I step off the porch and I can feel the drops soaking through my clothes, The cool water on my skin reminds me of what summer’s about. Peace. Love. Memories.
Thunder echoed across the sky as their eyes locked; though they stood their ground unyielding.
perfect mind, the bowling in the skies rumbling that shakes the earth at its very roots, sky clashing with earth, the rending of the heavens, the rage of the gods,
The thunder stroke mightfully the earth. The sound left us deaf. It was a sign of things to come, of the end of peace, the long reign of war, for this thunder was not natura.
i heard the thunder coming from beyond the hills. i knew that i should leave, but i didn’t’ want to. i am normally afraid of storms or i was, but right now the idea of being caught in the thunder and rain and lightning seemed like the just the thing i needed.
Thunder
Interestingly, this brings up the old disco song for me, whereas yesterday’s word didn’t.
I also think of “A sound of thunder.” I read that short story in first grade, I think, (maybe 4th… I’m trying to picture the classroom.) That story stayed with me all through adulthood. It had a huge impact on me, and I never forgot it.
Science fiction should be a larger part of childrens’ curriculum. Makes them think.
Thunder kinda scares me but mostly it’s just fun to look at. I guess it’s kinda sexy. My brother is randomly singing next to me about “shining” and stuff and it’s kinda weirding me out. I sorta wonder if he’s going to stop, “I can, I can, I can, I can get it right,” he says it’s from Happily Ever After, I hated that movie.
it booms and sounds through my head. the power of the skies- hammering away. like God beating a drum. it’s going to warn us of something coming- the water of above.
Living in Florida has given me an appreciation of thunder and lightening that I would most likely never have developed in California. I love storms, I love hurricanes. I love the sound of rain on the roof and windows. I love lighting candles when the power goes out and eating dry cereal because we can’t open the fridge.
Roll of thunder hear my cry is a book/movie I never read not\r saw. I am pretty sure it is awesome and
kathleen sat there and stirred her whiskey as she thought.lightnings only destroyed human and animal flesh.the rest of the farm would have been left virtually intact.
she chuckled to herself. they thought they were going to be rich,but bogdan stole their thunder.
Loud. It echoes, crashes and stimulates my senses. It can’t hurt me. I like to listen to it through the open window of my bedroom at three o’ clock in the morning.
I sit on my porch, watching the storm in awe.
“It’s so beautiful,” someone says behind me, breaking the silence.
I turn around and see him. “How did you get here?” I ask.
He smiles, shrugging. I stand up slowly and press my lips to his. I felt sparks immediately – lightning. Just tike a thunderstorm.
to go with yesterdays lightning I suspect! I love the rumble and the roar it makes. Has so many meanings…a face like thunder, as in someone is angry. I thundered along the road at great speed.
I was afraid of the thunder. It would shake the whole house and it felt like the world would fall off it’s course. Lightning, that was different. The bright splashes of light and color were pretty; painting the sky with light. But the thunder was scary.
da sky is full of beans!!!
ya know wot dat means!!!
da windy vulgar sky…
The thunder shook the walls and the lights flickered, went out, and came back on. The storm made the little ship seem very onimous and dangerous.
It was dark and miserable that night. I was awoken with a fear so sharp and potent that nothing would stop my trembling. The thunder had once again invaded my dreams. It had stolen every last bit of sunshine from my slumber. The raging sound had torn open my soul with a vengeful crack. I was lost. The sound had strewn me about. I was lost.
the thunder is loud…it scares me… reminds me of when i was little hiding underneath the covers wishing for it all to end…the thunder brings back memories that i thought i lost…but no…its all coming back to me now………
The sound of thunder made her crawl into her basement and hide there for hours. When she was young and living in a place much more flat, her house had been destroyed in a storm. There wasn’t anything worse than that memory, and watching her grandmother never wake up. Thunder was the signal that the world was going to end, for her anyway.
kathleen sat there and stirred her whiskey as she thought. lightning shield for the destroy humans and other living animals… leaving virtually the rest of the farm intact.
She chuckled to herself,they thought they were going to the rich,but bodan stole their thunder.
Storms. I have mixed feelings about them. It depends on who I’m with. Boyfriend: Good. Family: Bad. Alone: I’m screwed. Not having power is bad in all of these situations. Well, maybe not with boyfriend, as long as it’s the winter.
thunder and lightning
peanut butter
and
jelly
together are one
alone they are none
both are a facet
together a phase
.
crash boom bang. thunder makes me happy. it comes with lightning. i feel as if the whole world goes silent when thunder strikes with lightning. as is god is trying to talk to us. i snuggle up and read a book when i here thunder.
It is scary at night time. Also, its best friends with lightning.
Thunder is cool!! It is so loud and fierce! I love thunder storms cause it shows God power! Thunder is amazing and crazy! It shows how little we are and how big the world it. Thunder is majestic.
the ground shakes
the trees shake
the world shakes
the sky falls
everything is in motion
exploding from within itself
forcing out breaths from between its clouds
sky falls
sky collapses
rain
rain again
hold on tight