thunder

thoughts rustle,
the world shivers.
on the verge of collaspe-
to fall or not to fall?

but tears do find the way
and come cascading down
through the wall of water
hear and taste the sound

clouds and sky alike
dance before the world
in a race, and slanting sideways
mist and wind walk hand in hand

waiting for their father-
crack like gunshot and shattering glass
tears the sky in half
a kiss upon faces, in the aftermath Read more »

Pounding rain
Shadows playing tricks
Wolves howling
Rain

Thunder rumbles
Frightening the wolves
Another howl
Rain

Lightning flashes
Illuminating the sky
Restless wolves
Rain

Rising winds
Sharply lashing out
Wolves huddle
Rain

Rain
By
Maya Redington

I stand on a small wooden bridge with my baby sister
A beautiful fall afternoon surrounds us
Water underneath us is painted red and yellow
From leaves that have fallen from the big oaks on its banks
My sister tries to skip a stone
But ends up tossing the small pebble outward only feet away
I stand behind her and try my hardest to help her skip a stone
She looks up at the sky, which is now turning a sickly gray color Read more »

I'll never forget that day,
right in the middle of May.
Everything was cast with sunshine,
meaning for summer it was time.
I looked up and saw it all,
even more amazing than fall.
It was as mysterious as the sun,
no memories like that; it stunned.
Crazily and horribly beautiful,
so fake you could call fanciful.
With the force of thunder at midnight,
I could feel my heart skip a beat.
I lost sight;
but I knew to fear there was no need,
and from my lips came the words:
That was the most brilliant color blue I've ever seen.

Rain is my best friend.
Hides my tears.
Expresses me perfectly.
Rain is quiet and loud and gentle and hateful and unforgiving and peaceful.
Comes along with thunder and lightening too.
"Its like a Swiss army knife"
It can do everything.
It is both lovely and dangerous.
Sometimes more dangerous then lovely.
Perhaps, on occasions, it is even sadistic.
Remember that I did say on occasions.
It can sound like laughter.
Or, like nothing else.
Nothing else.
It is funny how we hear that being said a lot.
Funny that I said it to go along with rain.
Haha.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.

The sky seems as though it shall be forever gray.
And never to be that perfect blue again.
And the sun will never dare to shine.
Or peak behind the dismal clouds.
The only thing that will be bright in our sky,
is the lonesome moon,
and it's fellow stars.
Otherwise,
as thought is seems,
we will experiencing eternal rain.
And lasting thunder,
pounding against the ever dampening earth.

How lovely does the rain fall,
as if it's trying to send out a call.
So beautiful as it might seem to be,
sometimes it is not so beautiful to me.
When the lightning cracks abd the wind howls,
that's when you hear a long low growl.
Warnings come about flah floods,
while people try to get home through the muds.
When all you can see is darkness and grey,
it take's the sunshine out of your day.
Then something hit's you that's hard and wet,
and you know that the Heavens just let.
Go of the hail,
and you start to wail.
"Why here, why now,
that one really hurt ow!"
Then somehow as if they heard your plea,
they open the clouds and sunshine rains on me.
Then the lightning stops and the thunders gone,
and all of a sudden I hear John.
"Look at that rainbow, it's as preety as can be,"
now the light rainfall is beautiful to me.

We're having fun
Trying accents
Laughing at
Each other

Laying on my
Sleeping bag
Scared in by
The thunder
And lightening

We're trying
To write
Fiction novels
And we can't
Think of anything
So late at night

I say
Something funny
We laugh
Hysterically
It's something
You would've heard
If it wasn't
Summer now

We think
About how
We couldn't
Put the tent up
Because it was
Inside out

How we
Took it down
Faster than
Anything we've
Ever done before

We didn't want
To get struck
By lightening

I keep thinking
That I'll be able
To tell you guys
About how funny
It was

How stupid
We felt

And then
I realize
It's summer

You guys
Probably
Won't read your
Emails

Or reply back

This leaves me
With an empty feeling

Like my friends
Just died
And I have
No one left
To tell our
Funny stories to

Bike
To the playground

Walk
To the middle

Lay
On the structure

Stick
Headphones in your ears

Pass
One to me

Press
In my ear

Listen
To the soundwaves

Dismiss
The beauty

Stop

Wonder
About the world

Think
About the sun

Contemplate
The rain

Remove
Music from aural orifice

Smile
To myself

Remember
The last two years

Growing

Maturing

Becoming
Who we are

Smirk
At life

Know

This is how it should be