gathering storm 1954 how clouds thicken and pile wind rises, swirls the ions, a certain warning scent distant rumbling closer first crack overhead shards of light kids driven from the pond screeches snatching towels drops, then deluge sodden books left behind
Brought back beautiful memories of a child, growing up in KY. We loved the thunderstorms and would run wild in the strrets and fields with the excitement before they hit. Thanks for that Amrita!
Brought back beautiful memories of a child, growing up in KY. We loved the thunderstorms and would run wild in the strrets and fields with the excitement before they hit. Thanks for that Amrita!
And this storm, in Cincinnati! So close.
I could almost smell the change in the air as the storm hit. Lovely poem. Nice to hear of your childhood memories. 😊P
Thanks. More have been coming.