Sunday Sonnets–A Refreshing Shower
My kids get frightened during thunderstorms. The lightning startles them and the claps of thunder elicit screams. I could watch it rain all night. I love the way night time is broken by momentary flashes of brilliant white light and I could listen to the rolling thunder on an endless replay loop. Raindrops on a metal surface somehow soothe me. And nothing compares to the exhilaration of watching a storm cross a body of water making its way to the screened porch where you safely can absorb it’s power and beauty.
It rained last Wednesday night. A good rain, hard with plenty of lightning and rolling thunder. I sat, alone in my living room as the family slept and I enjoyed every bit of it. Images of my youth flashed with each bolt of lightning and the booming thunder turned the pages as I watched the storm. And I listened. It was pretty cool.
This week’s Sunday Sonnet was inspired by last Wednesday’s thunderstorm.
A Refreshing Shower
There’s something soothing, calming
About watching a springtime thunderstorm.
Lightning flashes and I count…
One, two, three, four.
And the crash of thunder lets me know
The center of the storm is not far.
The rain pelts the air conditioner.
My clogged gutters are useless.
As the water pours down I take solace
Knowing that one more chore has been done
My plants won’t need the hose tomorrow
And it’ll be far to wet to mow.
And bonus: the car is getting a free rinse….
Oh, Crap! I left the windows down!
I so know that feeling…
Don’t pretend the inside of the car didn’t need a rinse, too.
I feel the same way about storms Ed. I remember sitting in the box bay window as a kid mesmerized by the thunder and lightning. It’s nostalgic for me too. Nice poem.
I think high pressure power wash is a bit more appropriate for the inside.
The storm was pretty cool, though.
Thanks, man. Now I just want it to stop raining long enough for me to mow the yard.
I’m with you 100% on diggin the storms!
Unless of course they bring hail, like the storm that dropped golf ball sized rocks on my car a few weeks ago. That wasn’t cool at all.
Now I have Eddie Rabbit’s “I Love A Rainy Night” stuck in my head. Errrr.
Sweet. My husband and I both LOVE storms, and we’ve raised the kids to do the same (hopefully, they won’t blame us if they ever get electrocuted, running in the gutters during a hail storm, JK) My favorite thing is to go to sleep to a thunderstorm; I love the noise.
Jeff–Better your car than you I suppose.
Nola–Thanks–now I do, too.
Kissin’ Time–Kids are only midly scared. But They’ve slept through most of them.