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?
Yet another budding poet in the family