I really do not like writing about thunder. Granted i love thunder it is just very plain, very dull. I can see that some would write about the breeze falling upon their chest while I would rather rant about the ridiculousness of doing so. All in all. thunder is a nice thing to consider for a rant. I am not surprised.
Timothy
Thunder sounded around me, and I knew it was time to stand inside the doorway and only go out to take peoples’ tickets. I stood inside the wooden frame, looking up at the gray and purple clouds as I took out a cigarette and a lighter. I lit it up, and the small light comforted me. I had no friends anymore, but I had no guilt for pushing them away. If they didn’t like the new me, to hell with them. This was me, and I wasn’t changing.
As the thunder booms, I race outside. This is my calling moment, this is what I live for. I stand facing towards the sky letting the plump rain drops hit my face as the thunder shakes the earth beneath me. This is me. This is what makes life.
there was a lot of lightening that night, but i couldn’t hear anything, but the wind in the trees. i was alone that night. thunder was what i missed, like a kiss on my wet skin. the streets were soaked with water. the moon was big and so was the emptiness in my heart.
ilinca
sometimes when I think of thunder, I think of the rainstorm’s peacefulness and how the lightening even though it is scary is so exciting that it is calming. I love thunderstorms because they are different than anything else and so hard to explain. I love the pouring rain and its calming.
Jess
Loud. Angry. God’s bowling. My dog running under the table to get away. Scared. Disaster. Storms remind me of my childhook when I used to sit with my Dad and watch them. Lightening
Amanda
Booming, rolling, no stopping, crackling endlessly. The sound of shadows. Then, afterwards, pure, sweet silence – uninterrupted.
EKC
The thunder gapes and grasps at a corralled night scape of sky stricken weary blows from the tears of the gods of rocks and ages of frightened ghosts of times lost grip on life and the dreams that have been forced into a strange land of forgotten memories and tramples hooved beasts.
Mary
hard. fast. powerful. the hard thumps of pure energy crashing against itself. crashing against the walls of what i can only imagine to be masses of coagulated, abnormally formed water. water we don’t see in that form on the ground. they caress each other and let out enormous amounts of static energy, magnetic energy, and pure cohesiveness with each other. the power of the sky.
natosha page
Lightening strorms the soud that comes after the light room shaking exciting scary
Mary
It is loud. Thunder comes with lightning. It happens when it rains and it can be scary to some. I personally love the sound of thunder. I actually heard some thunder not to long ago and for some reason it brings me a sense of peace. I love thunder.
Dylan
A loud clap of thunder interrupted the young man from his reverie.
That memories of him and his brother seemed very far away, almost as if it had happened a lifetime ago.
“And now look at us,” he though as he buckled the golden brooch of his cape and settled it about his shoulders. “He’s about to be crowned king of the realm and I… I am still only the younger brother. No fame and glory for me. None whatsoever. Unless…”
He stared at his reflection in the tall mirror and saw it wink back at him. Oh yes, it was mean of him to try and ruin his brother’s big day, but… it would only be a bit of fun, really…
He gave a small nod and watched his mirrored self scamper away into the shadows.
Feeling a lot better, the young man took up his helmet and placing it on his head; he exited his room with a mischievous light in his green eyes and a smirk on his lips.
How was it that the sound could be just an underlying abstraction, something which contained both presence and spirit, yet so willfully agreed to remain quiet in it’s splendor. It careened from the wall of heaven to the gate of the underworld, massaging everything it touched with fingers of reverberating force, and yet, passed by as if it was just a tourist taking snapshots of an old fountain, wearing bermuda shorts and sandals. It was, because, well, to put it bluntly, sullen. It always came last. In the eternal dance of the sky it was always walking in the shadow of it’s good looking friend, never causing the awe of the onlookers, but creating instead a repugnant covering of the ears, a crying baby. It was too entrenched in it’s responsibilities to stop now, which only caused it’s depression to grow with each clap of it’s hands.
It rolls across the sky, following the flashes of lightning, accompanying the torrential downpour of rain. It harms my ears more than any words, eats at my soul with a single-minded intent… The thunder never stops.
Sitting inside on a rainy day, I feel the rain pitter patter on the window behind my bed. Thunder booms, lightning strikes to fill up my room. How far away is it? Questions run through my head, ones with no answers. I wonder about the earth and everything in it.
Chelsea D
The thunder is like a lullaby. It is great because it reminds us that no matter how harsh or intimidating life can be, it can also be soothing. I love to sleep during thunderstorms.
Michael Garrity
thunder is the sound of hearts in the night. It is the heaving beating, the clash of a nightmare.
Thunder, again, reminds me of “Angel From Montgomery.”
It also reminds me of Caleb “Thunder-Eyes” Pritchett, aka Jesus.
Thunder is gorgeous. It resounds and echos inside my body every time it presents itself. Something about the deep roar and rumble of thunder is just magnificent.
Every time a storm rolls into town, I make sure I find my way into bed. No matter what time it is, or where I am in the house, I go to my bed and lie on my back with the lights off. And I wait for the lightning, and then for the thunder. I count the seconds between and I let the force of the shockwave wash over my body. It’s one of the only times I can truly feel a power greater than my own.
i hate thunder. thunder is scary and loud and jumps me. thunder follows lightning. thunder used to shake my trailer in texas and knock things off of the walls. the fear of thunder is brontophobia. i like lightning better then thunder because it’s pretty.
Before Lightning could respond to Jensen’s wisecrack, another uniform rushed into the room with automatic rifle pointed in front of him. As he turned, Jensen read his name tag and let out an audible groan, “Thunder. No way, no how this is a coincidence.” Lightning smirked a bit as he reached into his pocket.
i hear thunder everyday, not outside in the weather sort of way, i hear in it me. i hear it in everyone. i hear it as an anger as an emotion. but to me anger is not all bad, it’s a way of expressing yourself to people. Not holding back. Don’t hold back the thunder
meabh gleeson
thor, sitting in the clouds, tapped his foot to the tempest. flash, bang, tap. he drummed his fingers on the cumulonimbus and whistled.
Jez Owen
The sound booms from heavens above
A delicate ballet of light follows the booming timpanis
The crashing symbols
The xylophone pitter-patters on the ground.
The trees howl like sopranos
There is beauty in the storm.
This word can easily be put in the same category as yesterday’s word: lightening. this was a very unoriginal choice, oneword (TM). i wouldve thought harder if i was the one to chose the word.
ana
boom crash waiting for elephants lightning striking and i haven’t got a clue what’s going on because it’s only three in the morning but the sky is wide awake and furious
Liz
The thunder crackles and the lightning flashes. This goes on for hours. Finally, Shadow grabs her toy mouse and scurries under the bed. “Kitty, kitty,” Bridget and Sarah begin to cry. The storm is only getting louder and everyone is restless and worried about Papa. I as, the older sister feel the need to take charge. I toss Charlie the phone and scoop up Bridget and Sarah into my arms. “We are going to bed now,” I tell them. As little as they are, the twins doesn’t understand that the storm is making it hard for Papa to come home and she doesn’t want to go to sleep with these scary noises. My 12 year old brother, Charlie, does the best he can to help out with the twins, but it isn’t enough, it never will be.
The thunder was stolen. But the storm was still coming. She was waiting around for the heat flash instead of taking cover. If she got struck by lightning she had no one but herself to blame.
thunder is something that comes before or after lightning, i don’t actually remember. but it’s loud- it’s loud and you can hear it from afar and near, and it can be quite frightening, especially when heard from a house alone– or better yet, outside, when you risk being struck by the following (or preceeding?) lightning. thunder is a great natural occurence, it is loud, very loud, and it is especially promient when raining
Katya
thunder clouds in the air
yellow lightning is here
i love goodness
there are several people in the world
also lots of lightning
which causes thunder sound
Dumperton
comes after lightning. But it is not much. Just a whole lot of sound but no bite. VERY similar to the proverb that a dog’s bark is worse than its bite. But it is a very cool phenomenon.
Mohammad Ali
i once had a friend who had a boyfriend that was an amateur wrestler. His stage name was Atomic Thunder…or something like that but I know it had thunder in the name. we used to go to his shows. they were usually in high school auditoriums and other such venues. My friend had to pretend that she was not his girlfriend because his female followers would get jealous. i always thought that wrestling was completely fake. But they do at least do dangerous things and get hurt.
I didn’t know what to expect now that it had started to rain, I could only hope it would stop just in time. In time for what? Was I really looking to take the next step in life? It became louder and if felt as if the world was screaming at me. It was thundering, loud and I to say I was scared is an understatement. I felt like I had been stuck in this drastic situation forever. I couldn’t help but smile, when the clouds opened up and it revealed a bright and sunny day. Thunder… rain… lightning… you made my day
sarah
It was raining. A heavy rain with thunder weaved throug now and then. My thoughts were the same heavy rain mixed with thunder
eline
The cannon fire obliterated the town by morning. The armies clambered through the burning ruins, not looking at the men they killed, only following orders. They swept through the caves like a spring storm, the sound of thunder following in their wake.
As I listen to the thunder bellowing outside of my walls, I am constantly reminded that the state of the weather is equivalent to the sad state of my life. Messy and undecided. What will the storm do next? And more importantly, what will I do next?
Thunder, that big blast.
Shook my tea cup real fast.
My walls began to vibrate.
My feet began to shake.
Knowing that it was only a thunder storm,
my fear was just a fake.
I really do not like writing about thunder. Granted i love thunder it is just very plain, very dull. I can see that some would write about the breeze falling upon their chest while I would rather rant about the ridiculousness of doing so. All in all. thunder is a nice thing to consider for a rant. I am not surprised.
Thunder sounded around me, and I knew it was time to stand inside the doorway and only go out to take peoples’ tickets. I stood inside the wooden frame, looking up at the gray and purple clouds as I took out a cigarette and a lighter. I lit it up, and the small light comforted me. I had no friends anymore, but I had no guilt for pushing them away. If they didn’t like the new me, to hell with them. This was me, and I wasn’t changing.
As the thunder booms, I race outside. This is my calling moment, this is what I live for. I stand facing towards the sky letting the plump rain drops hit my face as the thunder shakes the earth beneath me. This is me. This is what makes life.
there was a lot of lightening that night, but i couldn’t hear anything, but the wind in the trees. i was alone that night. thunder was what i missed, like a kiss on my wet skin. the streets were soaked with water. the moon was big and so was the emptiness in my heart.
sometimes when I think of thunder, I think of the rainstorm’s peacefulness and how the lightening even though it is scary is so exciting that it is calming. I love thunderstorms because they are different than anything else and so hard to explain. I love the pouring rain and its calming.
Loud. Angry. God’s bowling. My dog running under the table to get away. Scared. Disaster. Storms remind me of my childhook when I used to sit with my Dad and watch them. Lightening
Booming, rolling, no stopping, crackling endlessly. The sound of shadows. Then, afterwards, pure, sweet silence – uninterrupted.
The thunder gapes and grasps at a corralled night scape of sky stricken weary blows from the tears of the gods of rocks and ages of frightened ghosts of times lost grip on life and the dreams that have been forced into a strange land of forgotten memories and tramples hooved beasts.
hard. fast. powerful. the hard thumps of pure energy crashing against itself. crashing against the walls of what i can only imagine to be masses of coagulated, abnormally formed water. water we don’t see in that form on the ground. they caress each other and let out enormous amounts of static energy, magnetic energy, and pure cohesiveness with each other. the power of the sky.
Lightening strorms the soud that comes after the light room shaking exciting scary
It is loud. Thunder comes with lightning. It happens when it rains and it can be scary to some. I personally love the sound of thunder. I actually heard some thunder not to long ago and for some reason it brings me a sense of peace. I love thunder.
A loud clap of thunder interrupted the young man from his reverie.
That memories of him and his brother seemed very far away, almost as if it had happened a lifetime ago.
“And now look at us,” he though as he buckled the golden brooch of his cape and settled it about his shoulders. “He’s about to be crowned king of the realm and I… I am still only the younger brother. No fame and glory for me. None whatsoever. Unless…”
He stared at his reflection in the tall mirror and saw it wink back at him. Oh yes, it was mean of him to try and ruin his brother’s big day, but… it would only be a bit of fun, really…
He gave a small nod and watched his mirrored self scamper away into the shadows.
Feeling a lot better, the young man took up his helmet and placing it on his head; he exited his room with a mischievous light in his green eyes and a smirk on his lips.
How was it that the sound could be just an underlying abstraction, something which contained both presence and spirit, yet so willfully agreed to remain quiet in it’s splendor. It careened from the wall of heaven to the gate of the underworld, massaging everything it touched with fingers of reverberating force, and yet, passed by as if it was just a tourist taking snapshots of an old fountain, wearing bermuda shorts and sandals. It was, because, well, to put it bluntly, sullen. It always came last. In the eternal dance of the sky it was always walking in the shadow of it’s good looking friend, never causing the awe of the onlookers, but creating instead a repugnant covering of the ears, a crying baby. It was too entrenched in it’s responsibilities to stop now, which only caused it’s depression to grow with each clap of it’s hands.
It rolls across the sky, following the flashes of lightning, accompanying the torrential downpour of rain. It harms my ears more than any words, eats at my soul with a single-minded intent… The thunder never stops.
Sitting inside on a rainy day, I feel the rain pitter patter on the window behind my bed. Thunder booms, lightning strikes to fill up my room. How far away is it? Questions run through my head, ones with no answers. I wonder about the earth and everything in it.
The thunder is like a lullaby. It is great because it reminds us that no matter how harsh or intimidating life can be, it can also be soothing. I love to sleep during thunderstorms.
thunder is the sound of hearts in the night. It is the heaving beating, the clash of a nightmare.
Thunder, again, reminds me of “Angel From Montgomery.”
It also reminds me of Caleb “Thunder-Eyes” Pritchett, aka Jesus.
Thunder is gorgeous. It resounds and echos inside my body every time it presents itself. Something about the deep roar and rumble of thunder is just magnificent.
Every time a storm rolls into town, I make sure I find my way into bed. No matter what time it is, or where I am in the house, I go to my bed and lie on my back with the lights off. And I wait for the lightning, and then for the thunder. I count the seconds between and I let the force of the shockwave wash over my body. It’s one of the only times I can truly feel a power greater than my own.
i hate thunder. thunder is scary and loud and jumps me. thunder follows lightning. thunder used to shake my trailer in texas and knock things off of the walls. the fear of thunder is brontophobia. i like lightning better then thunder because it’s pretty.
Sound to equal the shine, the pulse, the moment.
Before Lightning could respond to Jensen’s wisecrack, another uniform rushed into the room with automatic rifle pointed in front of him. As he turned, Jensen read his name tag and let out an audible groan, “Thunder. No way, no how this is a coincidence.” Lightning smirked a bit as he reached into his pocket.
i hear thunder everyday, not outside in the weather sort of way, i hear in it me. i hear it in everyone. i hear it as an anger as an emotion. but to me anger is not all bad, it’s a way of expressing yourself to people. Not holding back. Don’t hold back the thunder
thor, sitting in the clouds, tapped his foot to the tempest. flash, bang, tap. he drummed his fingers on the cumulonimbus and whistled.
The sound booms from heavens above
A delicate ballet of light follows the booming timpanis
The crashing symbols
The xylophone pitter-patters on the ground.
The trees howl like sopranos
There is beauty in the storm.
This word can easily be put in the same category as yesterday’s word: lightening. this was a very unoriginal choice, oneword (TM). i wouldve thought harder if i was the one to chose the word.
boom crash waiting for elephants lightning striking and i haven’t got a clue what’s going on because it’s only three in the morning but the sky is wide awake and furious
The thunder crackles and the lightning flashes. This goes on for hours. Finally, Shadow grabs her toy mouse and scurries under the bed. “Kitty, kitty,” Bridget and Sarah begin to cry. The storm is only getting louder and everyone is restless and worried about Papa. I as, the older sister feel the need to take charge. I toss Charlie the phone and scoop up Bridget and Sarah into my arms. “We are going to bed now,” I tell them. As little as they are, the twins doesn’t understand that the storm is making it hard for Papa to come home and she doesn’t want to go to sleep with these scary noises. My 12 year old brother, Charlie, does the best he can to help out with the twins, but it isn’t enough, it never will be.
The thunder was stolen. But the storm was still coming. She was waiting around for the heat flash instead of taking cover. If she got struck by lightning she had no one but herself to blame.
Roaring sound I actually hear right now! Often accompanied by lightning bolts. Scares young children and some adults.
Crashing down on everyone.
The music of a rock band.
The feeling of an earthquake.
Exhilaration and fear working together in harmony.
thunder is something that comes before or after lightning, i don’t actually remember. but it’s loud- it’s loud and you can hear it from afar and near, and it can be quite frightening, especially when heard from a house alone– or better yet, outside, when you risk being struck by the following (or preceeding?) lightning. thunder is a great natural occurence, it is loud, very loud, and it is especially promient when raining
thunder clouds in the air
yellow lightning is here
i love goodness
there are several people in the world
also lots of lightning
which causes thunder sound
comes after lightning. But it is not much. Just a whole lot of sound but no bite. VERY similar to the proverb that a dog’s bark is worse than its bite. But it is a very cool phenomenon.
i once had a friend who had a boyfriend that was an amateur wrestler. His stage name was Atomic Thunder…or something like that but I know it had thunder in the name. we used to go to his shows. they were usually in high school auditoriums and other such venues. My friend had to pretend that she was not his girlfriend because his female followers would get jealous. i always thought that wrestling was completely fake. But they do at least do dangerous things and get hurt.
I didn’t know what to expect now that it had started to rain, I could only hope it would stop just in time. In time for what? Was I really looking to take the next step in life? It became louder and if felt as if the world was screaming at me. It was thundering, loud and I to say I was scared is an understatement. I felt like I had been stuck in this drastic situation forever. I couldn’t help but smile, when the clouds opened up and it revealed a bright and sunny day. Thunder… rain… lightning… you made my day
It was raining. A heavy rain with thunder weaved throug now and then. My thoughts were the same heavy rain mixed with thunder
The cannon fire obliterated the town by morning. The armies clambered through the burning ruins, not looking at the men they killed, only following orders. They swept through the caves like a spring storm, the sound of thunder following in their wake.
As I listen to the thunder bellowing outside of my walls, I am constantly reminded that the state of the weather is equivalent to the sad state of my life. Messy and undecided. What will the storm do next? And more importantly, what will I do next?
Thunder, that big blast.
Shook my tea cup real fast.
My walls began to vibrate.
My feet began to shake.
Knowing that it was only a thunder storm,
my fear was just a fake.