Not a creature was sleeping, not even the mouse!
It was a hot sticky night, heat filled the air,
In hopes that colder weather would soon be there.
The children were nestled all astray in their beds,
While visions of ice cubes danced through their heads.
Mom reading a book, and Dad, on the computer,
He was always a very big commuter.
When out in the sky, there a arose such a clatter,
I sprang form my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and tried to secure the sash!
The moon had disappeared under clouds so fast,
Gave rain to the streets down below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a lightning flash, I gave out a cheer!
With a giant gust of wind, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, this was no trick.
More rapid than eagles, the wind blew my curtain off,
ripping straight through the stitches.
Ahhh Sophie! Ohh Quinn! Ah Mother and Dad!
The wind blew away your curtains, you should be sad!
To the top of the porch, secure everything!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
As lightning flashed and thunder roared,
We watched from a window,
shocked with amazement,
One hundred percent.
Then, in a pounding, I heard on the roof,
The dancing and pounding of each little drop,
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down came thunder around with a bound.
How the lightning twinkled! The flashes so merry!
The sky was like pea soup, the lightning like a shock!
The wind blew, and all the curtains were up drawn in a bow,
And the sky's beard was as white as the snow.
The lightning flashed, while the thunder died down,
Until there was not a sound.
For the rains had ceased,
And the wind asleep.
The lightning still went, on for a while,
And I was scared when I saw it, in spite of myself!
in a wink of an eye, and a twist of dad's head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
We spoke not a word, we went straight to bed.
And filled our minds with the storm ahead.
And laying my hands a writing book,
I heard one last roar that shook.
I sprang to the window, one last time,
And away it went, not in it's prime.
But I heard my self exclaim, as the clouds went out of sight,
"Happy Storm to all, and to all a good-night!"
© 2oo9 by Sophie in France, all rights reserved.
My poem of the thunder/lightning storm that happened last night. It was very quick, unlike this poem. This poem was based off of the Poem "Twas the Night before Christmas", by Clement Clarke Moore.
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