I was in my house when it went dark.
That was the first sign of the storm to come.
Then there was a rumble that was quiet.
Then it increased its noise to a roar.
Then all went quiet and still.
Then a flash.
And the long line of light streaked down from the sky.
Eight seconds later a clap and a roar from the thunder.
And then a blinding streak of light.
Then the rain started,
Slowly at first then increasing its speed.
Until it looked like sheets coming down.
Then a thunder roar which frightened the cat.
And her fur was erect and ruffled.
And with a loud wail with the next thunderclap, she disappeared under the couch.
We were surprised to see the rain suddenly stop
And the lightning to fade away
And the thunder to decease its deafening row.
And when the clouds cleared
We saw the road was flooded
And there was a big pond in our back garden.
“At least it’ll have done the vegetables good”
Said my dad, as a real gardener should.
Good – I like the last 2 lines!!
(c) M. Robert Gibson
First written July 1975
Don’t forget, it was written by a schoolboy.
It is published here for purely selfish vanity reasons.