The Love of Wind and Thunder

In the stillness of evening

from the refuge of our room,

we watch the storm prance around us

as lightning flashes through the gloom;

luminous fingers exploring,

a way past the panes imploring.

Though the drapes are tightly drawn

and we're bundled in our bed,

the rat-a-tat-tat of raindrops

drumming persistently overhead,

announce the tempest has found us;

however hidden in dark's hush.

Wrapped up within the covers  

to each other we do cling.

Not in childlike fear and terror,

but enjoying the night rain sing;

an ancient lovers' lullaby -

thunder rumbles, as the wind sighs.  

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Day One, Poem One of the National Poetry Writing Month Challenge!

I am having to remind myself that these poems do not have to be perfect. I am such a perfectionist with my poetry, wanting everything to "sing," wanting to NOT be cliche or mundane. . . For the next 30 days, I am telling myself the goal is ONLY to get back into the swing of writing after being blocked for so long. These can be just rough drafts, if need be, but at least I am back to cuddling in a corner with pen in hand & the sweet sound of scribbling on pages. :-)

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Thank You, Lord - for even the simplest of blessings that each day brings. Thank you for the  joy I find in the way words placed together, in just the right way, SING! Even my most basic attempt draws me closer to you. ~ Amen