Poem -
Aching Thunder
I feel the waves wash over me.
The cold touch of water electrifies my skin.
I am awake.
Aware of my surroundings.
Conscious of the echoing wind that whispers in my ear.
Whispers sweet nothings.
I am enwrapped in all the night's glory.
I bathe beneath the moon.
I look to the sky
And suddenly
Rolling clouds of black and blue clumber to be heard.
The lightning strikes.
Fear will take you when it likes.
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Comments
So true, Beatrix and very expressively well written.
We never know when or where fear will strike next. Sometimes our fears are unfounded—other times, e-h-h-h, not so much.
But when and if fear rears its ugly head we must be prepared to face it head on.
Nice writing.
Here's hoping you have a wonderful weekend.
~Dean Kuch ♪♥♫♥
This I like for the feel of the unexpected you never know what will strike nextÂ