Stormy Weather Inspires Young Poet
I guess you can say I am a weather junkie.
I have been glued to the weather channel on this most historic night. I watched reports that this is the most tornado activity ever recorded in one night – ever. The bottom of the screen flashed warnings at us for about 3 hours straight. When it started including warnings of sightings of “clouds with slight rotations,” I really started to freak.
There was even a tornado watch here in Western New York. This never happens. So, when the sky turned black and the winds picked up, I could have sworn I saw an unusual white vertical cloud above the trees, just in the horizon. Then, the rain fell horizontally and it looked like a sandstorm of rain, I can’t describe it. But it was very weird. So, with dinner half eaten, I ordered the kids into the basement. I bet my daughter is texting all her friends about her crazy mom right about now.
It seems the worst has passed. A few leaks in the kitchen roof, but no other damage.
But, the storm produced – a poem, by my youngest.
Here it is:It’s raining. It’s pouring. The lightening is roaring The angels are bowling The bowling balls are rolling The flashing long, flying lightening worm in the sky A baby giant in its dark, cloudy blanket Trying not to burst out in raining tears and cry.
Where were you on this dark and stormy night?