I love the rain. It makes my day. The thunder and the lightening and the rain pattering against the rooftop, and the puddles and the laughter and dancing. I love it. The sun can get so intense, and the thunder just makes the windowpanes rattle and my chest pound with it. I love the thunder…
Brittni
I always liked the sky. I liked looking at it and taking pictures of it; it never looked the same twice — the clouds would move, the sun would get brighter. My friends and I, in fifth grade, made a fake television show, and I was the cameraman and meteorologist. It was sunny practically every day, but I still loved my job.
The thunder roared above my head, as my heart tapped out its own rhythm against my rib cage. He leaned in, the rain streaming down his face. I lifted up my head, and softly pressed my lips to his. It was like fire burned through my veins, while the icy rain tickled my goosebumps, as if to say see? Isn’t he all you imagined he’d be?
Emily
T-hick
H-arsh
U-p and down
N-ear the ground
D-ark
E-nd of sunshine
R-ainstorms
i already tried writing about this. BOOM, CRACK. love. rain, lightning. the way the house shakes and dogs scurry into another room.
Sarah
Blackened sky. Break of sience like the death of peace. The light then returning to address the balance like a knife it divides the darkness.
Lorraine
Right now I hear the soft falling rain, calming and serene. This peace is interrupted by the lion-esque thunder.
Sarah
Sounds scary in the sky. Loud cracks of noise. Creepy as it comes. Burst of frights.
T-houghts of scare.
H-igh pitch blasts.
U-nderneath lies wet souls.
N-asty rainstorms.
D-ark skies.
E-nd of sun.
R-oaring rain.
and lightening is my favorite. the way it rumbles shakes me from my core and i cant compare it to anything else. it comes where there is no control and enforces no control. as it wills. it has been going on for centuries.
Lauren Becksted
The thunder stroke and Everybody was paralized. It was the sinonym of great missfurtune approaching the little town. The little girl sat and watched the sky, she knew it was the beginning of the end, there was nothing else they could do about it accept to embrace their faith. Doom was here to stay.
marcela
Thunder.
It trembles through your skin, roaring and tearing it’s way through the ground up into your body.
It’s a feeling you can’t ignore. It’s painful. Gut wrenching. Terrible.
It’s nature’s fury. It’s every death. Every fear. Every lost childhood and failed dream.
Thunder.
Taylor
as the couple ran from the graveyard, they herd the thunder roar behind them. She momentarily turned around in shock, only to catch a glimpse of the horror that was about to begin. a long strand of lightning had bolted down and struck where they once were sitting. she trembled as she saw a hand rise from the disheveled earth, grasped his waist, and mentally prepared herself for what was about to come next.
victoria
The sound thunder makes is amazing. It’s so loud and terrifying. But at the same time it gives me a thrill of excitement. I love what also comes after thunder, lightning. It is so cool to watch the bright that flicker up the dark night. But also, at times I hate thunder because it scares my dogs and they are barking all night. It is sooooooo annoying! You just want to hit them to make them shut up. But I don’t hit them.
Kim
your hand
slips quietly into mine
we feel in time
with one another
outward, thru the universe
i remember
first kiss, second kiss, last kiss
i see
next kiss, kiss after
i live thru each
come alive in breath
your blood heat
flows into me
travels around the world of me
flinging open
doors, window
behold, the sky fills with sparks
the earth trembles
The sky blackens as I walk outside. The clouds hovered all day and are now coming to their pinicle. I see it finally burst. The rain starts to fall down. A flash of lightening and a rumble of thunder rock me as I go back inside to my safe haven.
Emily Bowen
Thunder when the snow lies deep
Rouses all the squirrells from sleep
the wiz that he waz
I like the thunder because it is the kinetic and aurally pleasing product of the electrical energy in clouds. Sometimes it can sound frightening but then I remember the atmosphere is up there and we’re safe because of it. We’re really fucking up the world at the moment though. It has always been a delicately balanced ecosystem and all the chemicals we pump into it is putting it way out of whack.
Orly
when I hear thunder it makes me cuddle up in a ball. it is such an awing sound and i love it so much. thunder to me is kinda of like the sky rebelling against itself. it is such a cool sound.
Ellie
The sound roared in her ears as she ran, feet splashing sloppily in the ankle-deep puddles. She had not an inkling of where she would end up, dazed and panicking, but all she knew was that she had to run, and the ever-growing rumble of thunder was enough to propel her wobbly legs forward.
The sky was a dark black, the clouds rolling over the sky like a herd of angry bison. Behind the door of the closet I could hear the sky crackle and roar with angry thunder. The lights, which had been out for hours, Suddenly sparked on. Soon enough, however, i realized it wasn’t electricity, but lightning striking the house
I miss it. It inspires me to read and write more. Reminds me of my childhood. Makes me feel serene even at the worst of days. It’s got such a powerful effect of my thoughts and emotions.
April
It’s a dark evening. The loud sound alarms the young children, frightening them. Thunder is loud and ear-shattering. Children fear it, and so do animals.
Before thunder, usually accompanies lightning. Light travels faster than sound. Thunder usually means a storm is coming.
nicole
Tormenting me, your words, like thunder, push my breath back to the heavens, echoes tearing through the tides of discord flowing through my mind. Every dream and vision awakens to the luminosity of your smile when I see your face lit by the calm of the night. All that we are can never die, how could I ever truly say good bye?
i do enjoy the sound of thunder. particularly when it’s frightening and out of place. i like when it comes first as a precursor to the lightning storm that will soon follow. it’s amazing to me that light in the sky can actually make a sound and one so loud that it would shake your windows and wake everyone in the house.
Tanisha
it reminds me of the reason why I will never be able to let go of fear. It will always be with me tand i don’t know a place on earth that icb
fiction
Not thunder again. The weather had been so hectic lately. The clouds bursting with heavy rain, the wind whipping the house and lightning striking the dead trees in the yard. I just hoped it eased off by morning.
Rosa
The thunder rumbled across the greying sky, lightning bursting from the bulging rainfilled clouds. I cowered under the blanket as the house shook with the wind. We hadn’t had thunder this strong for years. I hoped for anything that it would ease off by morning.
Rosa
thunder and lightning fill up the space between my ears.
so quickly it’s a shock.
you came to me as if you were thrown,
you are just a stone in the middle of the pavement
and i obviously tripped onto you.
lightening. scared. the world is shaking. the lights are flickering. the ground is moving underneath me. i dont know how to hide from it. no matter where i go it isnt safe. its all crashing. it sounds like someone is shooting a gun. my skin becomes warm. im afraid. i put in my ipod and try to totune it out
Julia Vizcaino
It was so loud. This was the hardest the rain had poured in years. Convienent it is on the day of my mom’s death. What’s happening to me? Everything is turning to shit and I only have one person I can turn to. And she doesn’t even know everything, she doesn’t know who I really am.
Andrew
gnfghfghfgh
dylan
loud
obnoxious
annoying
dangerous
lightning
far
close
near
disaster
storm
dylan
thunder always reminds me of the colour gray cos the clouds turn gray when there is thunder. with thunder comes lightening. when i was younger my mam always said it was god playing the drums. i do like thunder although a lot of people say it’s scary. yeh :)
keeva
The rumblins of my brain slowly grow less tolerable by the hour. Watch out baby, train’s a-comin’.
Theresa
crash. night. no sleep. following light. where is the storm. what’s happening. did i shut the windows. ugh back to sleep.
valerie
You’re voice was the soundtrack of my summer do you know you’re unlike any other. You’ll always be my thunder.
The thunder was booming outside my window but I didn’t mind because i was exactly where I wanted to be.
The fire was casting it’s warm warm light around us while the thunder b oomed and banged just outside the window. Jason stared longliy at the lightning almost as if he wanted to be out there in the storm
Laney
it goes boom and crack, it lights up the night. to see how far it is from ones house, worries about getting struck. CRACK.
I love the rain. It makes my day. The thunder and the lightening and the rain pattering against the rooftop, and the puddles and the laughter and dancing. I love it. The sun can get so intense, and the thunder just makes the windowpanes rattle and my chest pound with it. I love the thunder…
I always liked the sky. I liked looking at it and taking pictures of it; it never looked the same twice — the clouds would move, the sun would get brighter. My friends and I, in fifth grade, made a fake television show, and I was the cameraman and meteorologist. It was sunny practically every day, but I still loved my job.
Harsh blasts and bursts of scary storms.
The thunder roared above my head, as my heart tapped out its own rhythm against my rib cage. He leaned in, the rain streaming down his face. I lifted up my head, and softly pressed my lips to his. It was like fire burned through my veins, while the icy rain tickled my goosebumps, as if to say see? Isn’t he all you imagined he’d be?
T-hick
H-arsh
U-p and down
N-ear the ground
D-ark
E-nd of sunshine
R-ainstorms
i already tried writing about this. BOOM, CRACK. love. rain, lightning. the way the house shakes and dogs scurry into another room.
Blackened sky. Break of sience like the death of peace. The light then returning to address the balance like a knife it divides the darkness.
Right now I hear the soft falling rain, calming and serene. This peace is interrupted by the lion-esque thunder.
Sounds scary in the sky. Loud cracks of noise. Creepy as it comes. Burst of frights.
T-houghts of scare.
H-igh pitch blasts.
U-nderneath lies wet souls.
N-asty rainstorms.
D-ark skies.
E-nd of sun.
R-oaring rain.
and lightening is my favorite. the way it rumbles shakes me from my core and i cant compare it to anything else. it comes where there is no control and enforces no control. as it wills. it has been going on for centuries.
The thunder stroke and Everybody was paralized. It was the sinonym of great missfurtune approaching the little town. The little girl sat and watched the sky, she knew it was the beginning of the end, there was nothing else they could do about it accept to embrace their faith. Doom was here to stay.
Thunder.
It trembles through your skin, roaring and tearing it’s way through the ground up into your body.
It’s a feeling you can’t ignore. It’s painful. Gut wrenching. Terrible.
It’s nature’s fury. It’s every death. Every fear. Every lost childhood and failed dream.
Thunder.
as the couple ran from the graveyard, they herd the thunder roar behind them. She momentarily turned around in shock, only to catch a glimpse of the horror that was about to begin. a long strand of lightning had bolted down and struck where they once were sitting. she trembled as she saw a hand rise from the disheveled earth, grasped his waist, and mentally prepared herself for what was about to come next.
The sound thunder makes is amazing. It’s so loud and terrifying. But at the same time it gives me a thrill of excitement. I love what also comes after thunder, lightning. It is so cool to watch the bright that flicker up the dark night. But also, at times I hate thunder because it scares my dogs and they are barking all night. It is sooooooo annoying! You just want to hit them to make them shut up. But I don’t hit them.
your hand
slips quietly into mine
we feel in time
with one another
outward, thru the universe
i remember
first kiss, second kiss, last kiss
i see
next kiss, kiss after
i live thru each
come alive in breath
your blood heat
flows into me
travels around the world of me
flinging open
doors, window
behold, the sky fills with sparks
the earth trembles
Lightning’s brother.
unhappy.
Sound of Music.
Bedroom.
Sky.
Frightening.
Unexplainable.
Magical.
Over dramatized.
The sky blackens as I walk outside. The clouds hovered all day and are now coming to their pinicle. I see it finally burst. The rain starts to fall down. A flash of lightening and a rumble of thunder rock me as I go back inside to my safe haven.
Thunder when the snow lies deep
Rouses all the squirrells from sleep
I like the thunder because it is the kinetic and aurally pleasing product of the electrical energy in clouds. Sometimes it can sound frightening but then I remember the atmosphere is up there and we’re safe because of it. We’re really fucking up the world at the moment though. It has always been a delicately balanced ecosystem and all the chemicals we pump into it is putting it way out of whack.
when I hear thunder it makes me cuddle up in a ball. it is such an awing sound and i love it so much. thunder to me is kinda of like the sky rebelling against itself. it is such a cool sound.
The sound roared in her ears as she ran, feet splashing sloppily in the ankle-deep puddles. She had not an inkling of where she would end up, dazed and panicking, but all she knew was that she had to run, and the ever-growing rumble of thunder was enough to propel her wobbly legs forward.
The sky was a dark black, the clouds rolling over the sky like a herd of angry bison. Behind the door of the closet I could hear the sky crackle and roar with angry thunder. The lights, which had been out for hours, Suddenly sparked on. Soon enough, however, i realized it wasn’t electricity, but lightning striking the house
I miss it. It inspires me to read and write more. Reminds me of my childhood. Makes me feel serene even at the worst of days. It’s got such a powerful effect of my thoughts and emotions.
It’s a dark evening. The loud sound alarms the young children, frightening them. Thunder is loud and ear-shattering. Children fear it, and so do animals.
Before thunder, usually accompanies lightning. Light travels faster than sound. Thunder usually means a storm is coming.
Tormenting me, your words, like thunder, push my breath back to the heavens, echoes tearing through the tides of discord flowing through my mind. Every dream and vision awakens to the luminosity of your smile when I see your face lit by the calm of the night. All that we are can never die, how could I ever truly say good bye?
i do enjoy the sound of thunder. particularly when it’s frightening and out of place. i like when it comes first as a precursor to the lightning storm that will soon follow. it’s amazing to me that light in the sky can actually make a sound and one so loud that it would shake your windows and wake everyone in the house.
it reminds me of the reason why I will never be able to let go of fear. It will always be with me tand i don’t know a place on earth that icb
Not thunder again. The weather had been so hectic lately. The clouds bursting with heavy rain, the wind whipping the house and lightning striking the dead trees in the yard. I just hoped it eased off by morning.
The thunder rumbled across the greying sky, lightning bursting from the bulging rainfilled clouds. I cowered under the blanket as the house shook with the wind. We hadn’t had thunder this strong for years. I hoped for anything that it would ease off by morning.
thunder and lightning fill up the space between my ears.
so quickly it’s a shock.
you came to me as if you were thrown,
you are just a stone in the middle of the pavement
and i obviously tripped onto you.
Thunder … Dear Thunder .. Why must you scare me so..
You and your friend Lightening … Gosh, do you have to be
so scary?
lightening. scared. the world is shaking. the lights are flickering. the ground is moving underneath me. i dont know how to hide from it. no matter where i go it isnt safe. its all crashing. it sounds like someone is shooting a gun. my skin becomes warm. im afraid. i put in my ipod and try to totune it out
It was so loud. This was the hardest the rain had poured in years. Convienent it is on the day of my mom’s death. What’s happening to me? Everything is turning to shit and I only have one person I can turn to. And she doesn’t even know everything, she doesn’t know who I really am.
gnfghfghfgh
loud
obnoxious
annoying
dangerous
lightning
far
close
near
disaster
storm
thunder always reminds me of the colour gray cos the clouds turn gray when there is thunder. with thunder comes lightening. when i was younger my mam always said it was god playing the drums. i do like thunder although a lot of people say it’s scary. yeh :)
The rumblins of my brain slowly grow less tolerable by the hour. Watch out baby, train’s a-comin’.
crash. night. no sleep. following light. where is the storm. what’s happening. did i shut the windows. ugh back to sleep.
You’re voice was the soundtrack of my summer do you know you’re unlike any other. You’ll always be my thunder.
The thunder was booming outside my window but I didn’t mind because i was exactly where I wanted to be.
The fire was casting it’s warm warm light around us while the thunder b oomed and banged just outside the window. Jason stared longliy at the lightning almost as if he wanted to be out there in the storm
it goes boom and crack, it lights up the night. to see how far it is from ones house, worries about getting struck. CRACK.