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?

About stacylynngittleman

I have been a public relations professional and reporter -- and always thought I would live in the New York Metro area - before my husband took a job in Rochester, New York. Most in Metro New York can't find Rochester on a map,and neither could I before we moved. I am now a columnist and a freelance writer for Rochester's only daily newspaper, the Democrat & Chronicle. I also am passionate about gardening, fitness and most of all, Jewish education and Israel Advocacy. Here's my perspective on Western New York living - the good, the bad, and the snowy.

One response to “Stormy Weather Inspires Young Poet”

  1. Eileen says :

    Yet another budding poet in the family


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